What light?
What hope?
Is there for a world
Spiraling out of control
He was God before the foundations were laid
He was God as a tiny babe
Born of a virgin as prophecy foretold
He grew to be a man
At the age of thirty He began His minsitry
And three years later
He died upon the rugged tree
Covering us in His blood for redemption sins
Praise be to Jesus the True Light of the world
Praise be to Jesus Who is the Hope of all the earth.
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