Poetry

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Came riding in on donkey
Saying He is the Son of God
People laying branches down
Like He is the King of King's
Waving a fan's up and down
Like He is the Lord of Lord's
I prepare one question for you
What are you going to do with Jesus?

Healing the sick and blind
On the Lord's day
Said that we could cast demons out
Just by His name
People are always around
They say He is the Messiah
I asked once, now I'll ask it again
What are you going to do with Jesus?

Tore up the temple street vendor
From His Father's house
Said He is the Son of God
Who does He think He is
Blasphemy all seem to cry
Crucify this man with no shame.
Now Herod the question comes to you.
What are you going to do with Jesus?

Beating after beating and crown of thorns
Hanging on the Cross
This is the reason He was born.
Who did He die for
He died for all to come
I tell you that he rose again
So you can accept His love.
What are you going to do with Jesus?

William
R. King
1 9 9 2

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