Within this world full shrouded mists
Supposing fails to reveal
Few imagine Heaven exists
That somehow God is real
Who would believe a God could die
Imagine why He would
For sinner, saint. like you and I
Shed on a tree life's blood
When three days from life departed
Buried, absolute dead
Would shocked be not the fainthearted
When raised up He! His head
Only a God true omniscient
Unthinkable divine
With wondrous power sufficient
Death's ice cold grip decline
Few believe Life's King of Glory
Shaking heads they refuse
Never to read God's endless story
Believing penned by Jews
How foolishly wrong can man be
How immaturely lost
Unwilling life's true facts to see
At such enormous cost
Ignorance leads most souls to fail
With hearts full self desire
Emphatically fools end in jail
In hell's eternal fire
Satan or God, Heaven or hell,
Consider what to do
Singing life's song, scream in a cell
Which of the two will you? .....
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