“O King My King”
O King my King Your job here is finished
Your back is torn but Your Father’s goal was accomplished
The time is near; I can hear it, all the praises of Your name
The war was won in flying colors and now nothing stands in the way for Your return
But King my King You’re gone until that time
The holes in Your hands
In the rock You lay
Cold and dead for three turns
O King My King it has been three
Show them that You’re back for they don’t believe
Show them your scars and the holes in Your hands
Go out and give Your last command
But until that time of your return we finish Your work
Now it is almost a dream
The time You lay in the rock
Cold and dead for three turns
I don't know why, but I just like it. Maybe it is the childlike truth in these words...
2 comments:
Tell your bro I like it too. I like the second verse.
Will do...
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