Michael Woodhead

RESURRECTED BODIES

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1985, 2020

[To the tune of Golden Bodies]

Resurrected bodies in the sun
Telling me that Jesus really won
Rays reflecting colours in my eyes
I'm too wise
To be deceived by colours of the night
Close my sight

Children playing games within the field
Now you know why I, to Jesus, yield
Rays, reflecting, blacken out my sight
It's like night
When the sun has faded for a year
Nothing's here

Mortals gazing upwards to the sky
tears of gladness showing in their eyes
There, descending from the clouds so high
My O my
When the Son begins to come again
No more pain


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