Everyday it makes me cry,
thinking of Jesus, how he died for all mankind.
To see him upon that cross crucified,
how he bled and cried because of I.
But one day, I knew he would rise again,
to deliver us all into God's holy hands,
and I know he will come again,
to take me to heaven,
to live with him, and his wise and holy men.
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