Jesus Christ Our Lord

by Shawnda   Aug 11, 2005


All these questions in peoples head
Of why people pray when they go to bed;
They say "HE" dosen't exist
And that makes me want to clence my fist;
And throw it in there face
I want to yell and scream
And scream and yell
I fall down and cry
Knowing "HE" died for all of us
Not even putting up a fuss
"HE" was put on the cross
And for us "HIS" life "HE" just tossed;
People don't understand
"HE" done this for us
So we could have "HIS" trust
So for all those people who have questions in ther head;
Of why people pray when they go to bed;
It's a choice that people make
To keep the faith
Of Jesus Christ Our Lord

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