Treasure Island

Biyela P.N.G

(1992 07 03 / Mandeni)

Jesus Is Lord


He reigns now and forever plus more
What is raised is his horn
His name is praised more in songs
Remember the day the Son was born?
Nice songs were sang and gifts were brought
Testifying his Lordship yes he is the Lord
He survived the temptations
Being tempted by the evil one was the biggest situation
But not worse than his crucifixion
Went to the grave
Came back to Life
From death he has resin
And this needs an explanation
More of a clarification
The Son in action
And because of his ressuraction
The church is built unto the strongest foundation
Christ of Salvation
With no limitations
W.O.W Let's call it Christianity

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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