The Sun Will Rise Again
One day in China there was a Christian,
And She wanted to read her Bible in public.
Along came the persecutors,
And they attacked her, and caller her heretic.
She ran for her life,
All the way across town.
They chased her,
Knocking her down.
They tried to take her dignity,
And they tried to take her crown.
But Jesus died for those things,
And it was impossible to bring her light down.
She hid in a tree top,
And prayed for protection from God.
Her prayers were answered,
As a legion of angels came upon.
She organized an underground church,
And saved many souls.
She gave her people hope in a land
Of oppression, darkness and deep spiritual holes.
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