The Holy One
He walks on water and turns it into wine
He turns the sadistic straight into the sublime
He sees through darkness and light both alike
He gives us His peace,His protection,His miracles,His might
Evil eyes scan the earth but they're blind in His sun
Raise hands up to heaven for The holy one
He wonders this world spreading love where there's hate
Where fear has a grip He soon grabs it with faith
Legions don't last even though they are many
Where poverty lives He brings poor souls plenty
He's a haven for hearts too long on the run
Raise hands up to heaven for the holy one
He whispers sweet beauty into every bad beast
He raises and rescues the last and the least
Millions pick up their mats and they run down dark streets
Both lions and lambs now they live in His love
Raise hands up to heaven for the holy one
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