I prowl into the holy book,
Though the keen chapters I look,
He was the word, John 1:1 I read so,
Entirely He lived before nothing was said,
He was the beginning, the supreme of life,
And He made life, to proclaim He's to come again.


Sow a bit into Isaiah nine,
Hear of His government a divine,
Infinite resign, no end, nary decline,
He was told about before, still to now,
With each words, he was of the father,
Titled as the son, and embraced as a lamb,
And He made life, to proclaim He's to come again.


Revelation seals His glory,
In the beginning so does it says,
To the end, where amen is written,
He'll come for His brothers, take His throne,
He who is sitted at the right hand, will be crowned,
I believe He's the wonderful counsellor who'll judge,
From the past deeds to the end breathes He'll read,
As everyone gets a reward to call that's of their own,
And He made life, to proclaim He's to come again.