my precious Son, i hear them screaming
im watching the face of the enemy beaming
but soon i will clothe you in robes of my own
jesus, this hurts me much more than you know
but this dark hour i must do nothing
though ive heard your unbearable cry
the power in your blood destroys all of the lies
soon youll see past their unmerciful eyes
look there below, see the child
trembling by her fathers side
now i can tell you why
she is why you must die
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reminds me of being a kid,
sitting on the bus singing, crying
choir tours were big for me
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