Tuesday, June 7, 2011

My precious son
I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own
Jesus this hurts me much more then you know


But this dark hour
I must do nothing
Though I've heard your unbearable cries
The power in your blood
Destroys all of the lies

Soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies

Look there below
See the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell you why
She is why you must die 

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