The Trial

Judgement day, will you comprehend?
Beckons close at hand
Those of us that were born again
And those who curse the Holy Land
Brought forth before the Son of God
The One who loved enough to die
We will be not judged by our words and deeds
But by our faith when we are tried

Respond to the Holy One
Why you think that He should spare
A man who mocked and cursed His name
Or knew the truth and did not care
Drink the blood of the King of Kings
Love the Savior of the human race
Kneel before Him, discard your rings
And pray that He will give you grace

He was born unto a virgin
A birth from royal seed
The truest test of prophets
Is truthful prophesy

Know the Prophet was no bastard
We did not deserve His death
Just the thought of what He did for me
Forever I will be His slave
His own kind of refused acknowledgement
Crucified the Chosen One
As the Sun set behind the cross of thieves
Dying, He knew His work was done

Our cross he had to bear
He rose as the final sign
Still searching for the prophet true
The Jews are left behind

He was born unto a virgin
A birth from royal seed
When you are brought to trial
Will you die in blasphemy?