Jesus Is Trump
What you need in your life you will find at Jesus tomb
There you will find the stone has been removed
He did not have to move the stone so that He could get out
But so that we could see inside the tomb and look about
They supposed He was the gardener that Easter morning
They looked and saw the stone removed, in their mourning
Why do you seek for the living in a tomb among the dead?
He is not here as you suppose, He is risen, just like He said
Why do you search among the dead and expect to find life
As if you expect to find light in the darkness of night
You won’t find life in drugs, jobs, sex, or in your looks
By attending church on Sundays or in self help books
See your life as a game of cards, and you have a bad hand
Use the empty tomb as your wild card, and you’ll understand
Jesus name is I AM your hope: I AM your trump over sin
I AM the truth and the life: I AM all that you need to win
Why do you search for what gives you life among the dead
Christ is your life, your living water and your daily bread
In Jesus name loose yourself from every death tie that binds
And give your life to Him as water and He will make it wine
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