With God In Heaven
With God in Heaven
These must be frustrations times
Full of much killing and crimes
Dead bodies and blood flowing
Up into heaven one day going.
Crying and tears fill each street
Maker deceased souls will meet
Free them from all sin and pain
With God in heaven now remain.
Jim Horn
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