2.19.2012

Holy Holy Holy.


This is the story of the Son of God, hanging on the cross for me.
But it ends with a bride and Groom and a wedding by a glassy sea.
O death where is your sting? Cause I'll be there singing:
Holy Holy Holy is the Lord.

This is the story of a bride in white, waiting on her wedding day.
Anticipation welling up inside, while the groom is crowned as King.
O death where is your sting? Cause we'll be there singing:
Holy Holy Holy is the Lord.

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