i can see him descending from the cloud
with trumpets of heavy sound just like a dove
ican feel him so close why not stretch forth
your hands and behold
the son of man judas sold
but never lived to reap his transaction
and died so cold
i can feel him so close why not stretch
forth your hands and behold
behold the son of man
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