For My King Has Surely Died


For my king has surely died
Nailed upon a wooden cross
No one to see by his side
All was thought to be lost

My king was certainly dead
The world grew coldly grim
A crown of thorns upon his head
As they turned their back on him

The ground began to shake
My king was risen from the grave
There was no mistake
Death has become his slave

Forever he shall reign
Forever death is slain

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