Witty in drips of guiltiness and darkness
Mounted on Eagle's wings for altitude
Ascending pass the dark columns of self-esteem
Through the darkest curtains of witty soul cries
Cries that echoes through the lonely nightfall
Who ascend these heights to plead his cause?
He whom he redeem into the glorious life eternal
The one whom he foresee on the tree of Golgotha
One whom the price he fully paid in death
Truly, the wages of sin is death
He deserves no accolades nor cheers of hope
Nail to the rugged cross
were the full weight of this sinner man hangs
kilograms of cargoes were the heaviness of his yoke
erase in drip of this righteous blood
Garments of sin gives way to brightness of the saint
Free at last! ! free at last! ! access to heaven's gate
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