Where is God..? The son of God bleeds Palms, feet and head nailed; Oh, God I realize Such cruelty, a true son can endure.
The brutality of power And the innocence of mass Both to witness Lifeless nails weeping bitterly the tears of blood.
Body may be in the sinner’s court, Soul, however, is supreme. With the death of Jesus on cross Jesus was reborn for souls To lead millions of millions For salvation.
Black or good That's God’s Friday Greatest day ever I cross my hands on my mundane body, Pray for the bliss of the great soul's company.
