Haven’t you been your own for so long?
Haven’t you been living by your own principles?
Were you not among that throng?
Who thought themselves wise, sucked ridicules
Then, ain’t this the result?
That has come out ten times over
Remember when you launched that assault?
Didn’t all the victory hover?
Oh, I know you tried
Different styles at all times
But from success, ain’t your hands tied?
Your threat has becomes daring mimes
Now, do you still want to be your own?
Its doom at your door, pleading entry
Let this man be the muscle that covers your bone
For on occasions, I’ve seen this man decree
He is hope to the lost
His shadow alters pain
He changes tide at no cost
Stay on his side, with him you’ll reign
He is hope for every man
Solid place where you can stand
In this dry and weary land
He is the love that never dies
Stop keeping you to yourself
Allow his words on your heart’s shelf
Say: for me to live is Christ
And to die is gain
Embrace his cross
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