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I’m ready for a holiday,
My plate of life is filled.
For trials seem to follow me,
Some time off should be willed.
If its only just a minute,
I’ll take it by the hour.
I’m so ready for a holiday,
Not sure its in my power.
What if I talk to Jesus?
What do you think He’d say?
That He was ready for a holiday,
When they stretched His arms away?
When they beat His body bloody,
On His head they put a crown.
Did He say “I want a holiday”?
“Angels, take my body down”!
My sin demanded justice.
I thought I was all right.
But then compared to Jesus,
I was darkness; He was light.
I have a sinful nature.
My failures very real.
Now I’m looking toward the future.
I’ve learned His blood can seal.
So now my precious holiday.
A minutes all I need.
To live a life eternal.
His reality, succeed.
For when I get to Heaven.
Time will be no more.
I just need a minute,
My Jesus keeps the score.
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