In the distance I can see a silver mountain flowing with a golden fountain and underneath there is pain that i'd rather never see again my eyes depict a picture of sacrifice of a man that has to do as halos fall from the sky I realize this is his sacrifice. He had to die he had to bleed he went to be beaten. Because of him we can choose to be free. Fro hidden mysery just believe his name. It'll bring you grace. Heveans face. He looks down from above every ones livin life. Or so it seems, will we ever be saved. At this earthbound place we call home. He sees your heart he knows where you've been. Surround by crowds that well never fit in. He been through it all. No need to feel so small. He arms opened wide waiting for the knock of this ever winding road. He fights with a sword. In the middle of holding yours tears. He has such great plans if you invite him in. Just look at Billy Graham.
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