The Trial Lyrics
Beckons close at handThose of us that were born againAnd those who curse the Holy LandBrought forth before the Son of godThe One who loved enough to dieWe will be not judged by our words and deedsBut by our faith when we are triedRespond to the Holy OneWhy you think that He should spareA man who mocked and cursed His nameOr knew the truth and did not careDrink the blood of the King of KingsLove the Savior of the human raceKneel before Him, discard your ringsAnd pray that He will give you graceHe was born unto a virginA birth from royal seedThe truest test of prophetsIs truthful prophesyKnow the Prophet was no bastardWe did not deserve His deathJust the thought of what He did for meForever I will be His slaveHis own kind of refused acknowledgementCrucified the Chosen OneAs the sun set behind the cross of thievesDying, He knew His work was done(Solo: Ron)Our cross he had to bearHe rose as the final signStill searching for the prophet "true"The Jews are left behind...He was born unto a vrginA birth from royal seedWhen youa are brought to trialWill you die in blasphemy?
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