I look to the ground
I look to the ground and
Yell out you are lower
Your no longer my sower
I put my trust in Jesus Christ
Who came and paid the price
My sins are forgiven He has risen
Satan why don't you just give in
You won't win this
Your head is the biggest
You lived this
I know you didn't miss this
Remeber that night in that grave
I bet you were told you were just a sinner just a slave
Jesu came to save
Iv'e been taught ow to behave
Do me a favor and get away
I don't need this
I dis this
You better get this
Im a Jesus Witness
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