Suffering in depths of despair
In devil’s haunts of woe
Blaspheming Heaven everywhere
Still Jesus loves us so
Arise, to soar, climbing higher
Where faith, truth would reveal
What saints possess, rogues require
What repentant souls may feel
What selfish love cannot receive
What countless saints died for
Where but Salvation’s sweet reprieve
Opens life’s yearned for door
Seek; what no mortal eye, has seen
No faithless ear, has heard
No shameful soul, has ever been
Believing Christ absurd
Christ’s a fool’s imagination
A child’s fairy story
An unknown author’s creation
Seeking fame and glory
Though fools wisdom may try to speak
Conveying in truth a lie
For such, the future becomes bleak
Upon the day they die
When Jesus is seen face to face
When hell opens its door
When saints with Jesus take their place
To live forever more
When finally death will come to cease
When crowns wear grace and love
When laughter, sings joy’s song with peace
To Christ, life’s King above…..
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