Holy Promise
Battered and beaten
and tossed around
Hung on a cross
Set in the ground
Nails in his feet
and in his hands
A story to be told
all across the lands
He prayed for us
for what we had done
For we killed Jesus
Gods Holy son
He died for a reason
That reason so poor
That reason is for us
to have an open Heaven door
Just believe and minister
A promise was said
That we would go to heaven
No place for the dead.
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