The Wake
God words are piercing through the heart of man
Calling them out from there darken den.
God as given us a special fan
Jesus Christ
Who paid the price?
He cried in pain
His blood on earth, a graceful stain.
Underline Jesus name
Through his wonderful image we are well framed
The blinded world did seek
Beneath there feet they could not crush the weak
Upon his back are the spiteful beads.
Aside his body is the hidden spear
Upon his head are the thorns of stations
In his hand toward his wrist are the scars of many nations
Upon his shoulder he carried the burden of sin
From beginning to end in Him we can win
Every pint of blood from His body drop
To nurtured the earth crop.
Through his blood was found purity
Streaming all the way through Jeru'' city
On mount Calvary he was sacrificed
While the roman lay to play their dice
Not knowing the time
That he paid for their crime
Has the angel prepare there trumpet and voices
Knowing that Jesus made a perfect choice.
Being raised from the dead, the heaven and the earth all rejoice.
The tears from God own eyes fell on earth
It shook all the territorial turf
Even The unknown deepest region
Humiliating the devil and his legion.
Know thy fate
Before it’s too late
His name is great
Jesus Christ crown of glory
Knows your story
Why are you worried?
His calling your name
He will make you is greatest fame.
by Stanley Jean Jacques
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