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With black Jesus's name

Sha Yan


I am turning on the red door
With black Jesus's name
I am waiting, waiting outside
To glare a glorious floor


Gleam as I
To clear the gleaning path
With Jesus on my ground floor
I turned to be a lore


Jesus He heard me cry
On my road and on my floor
That night passed fine, slowly glows
So that we can sleep, candle lights


Black Jesus who I cried
Into the darkness it has to be slow
Children are awakening
The bell tolls, and Lord may it roll