By Jason Kirk Bartley
Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus,
what have we done?
Killed all your prophets, including God's Son.
No rest for the weary,
tears fill my eyes,
every time I think of how many
souls have believed satan's lies.
Life's as a vapor vanishing in the wind,
to onward where eternity will begin.
Heaven's the reward for all who have followed Jesus so close.
But...there's another place as well, eternal punishment
for the unbelievers we like to call hell.
Cling close to our Savior while he is in sight.
Hold on to his garments.
You will win the good fight.