On that night you knelt on the ground
Tears, sweat, and blood rolled down.
Your soul and self was warring within you
Yet you surrendered
To a battle not lost

You chose the lowest of deaths
To be hung on the cross
To atone for the lost
You breathed your last, and the heavens cried…
For their only Prince has died…

But you have overcome the grave
And back you came to save
Now death no longer has its sting
For you are the Risen King


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