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Lyrics:
Man: …Your body’s been buried for three days And this death bears such bitter taste Once I doubted, twice I believed Thrice did I deny Your Name I thought I knew everything Now I know nothing
Your death is as disturbing as Your presence in our midst
As Your presence wrought disturbance So Your love sowed seeds superfluous to our needs, Which far surpass our own abilities We are so undeserving; I am an undeserving “king” (Your death is as disturbing as Your presence in our midst) Upon this throne which belongs not to me A heart of stone, once beating, now deceased So cold, Oh! So diseased Cut down this cursed and cancerous crown Which has adorned my brow for far too long Upon this throne I don’t belong I’ll lay my heart down in the grave in which we buried You that day (Your death is as disturbing as Your presence in our midst) Until that cold stone rolls away And You emerge Death and decay, both laid to waste Scars in Your hands, those hands that save Those hands in which my heart was made Those hands that held the nails, That held You to the cross, That You carried to Calvary for us As we cried, “Crucify the man called ‘Jesus Christ!’”
With thorns in your brow, you have crowned yourself King
Deceiver/ Creator: Return my keys, You “king” of thieves I HOLD THEM NOW, IN DEATH’S DEFEAT Your body is broken, as is Your bride MY SPIRIT IS STRONGER, MY CHILDREN SURVIVE I’ll never cease to feed them lies I’LL FALL THE SCALES OFF OF THEIR EYES Their flesh faults them from Heaven’s Gates THEIR SINS ARE COVERED BY MY GRACE This world belongs to those who fell NO, SATAN, YOU BELONG TO HELL
Man: And every soul shall sing… “Rejoice, Rejoice! You are Glorious, You are Glorious!”
By William Robert Stoy IV
Revelation 1: 17, 18
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