"Shh!"
Don't say a word; don't give your secret away to a stranger at your door.
Go to sleep and forget it ever happened.
Walk don't say a word; nor whisper.
The leaving are dead
The spirits are resting and my voice is lifeless.
I can't find my way home
Oh! Little child help me find my way to the dwelling.
"You take my hand and I will show you the way to a Heavenly throne.
A golden home where my Father is setting and the streets are made of gold."
As I enter, I see Him setting and collecting all of my tears in His hands.
And the light of Heaven removes me from the land of the dead.
Shh, don't say a word until you see my Father and the blood of Jesus on your hands.
My mirror's will be broken; I will be shattered if I enter the gate of heaven; which is covered in blood.
With out God, His son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit in my heart I will die surely and fast.
I am a child who is: stubborn, someone who didn't like to lesson and now I have to face my crime.
I will not leave this place on till I know this man named Jesus.
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