A few years I cried,
’cause my soul denied,
That He would save a wretch like me,
Where in Him I can’t see.
In the gates of hell,
Where I can’t be well,
He will make me avoid
That place which is full of void.
For in heaven above,
Jesus’ love is like a winged dove,
Which is settled upon my life,
Because God could not let us again strife.
Then in the judgement day,
some faithful Christians will be happy and gay,
For their names will be held at the Lamb’s book of Life,
But some people will be odd