Another high school batch of lyrics, this one to the tune of the Byrds' "He Was a Friend of Mine". Because songs are way more fun to write than research papers....
He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
His killing had no purpose,
No reason or rhyme
He was a friend of mine
He was in Jerusalem
He was in Jerusalem
High on a rugged cross,
They hing his body down
He died in Jerusalem
Since the third day
Since the third day
He lives again
'Cause He rose from the grave
On the third day
He knows my name
He knows my name
Though I've not yet met Him
I know Him, just the same
He knows my name
King over the nations
Until the end of time
Yet He is a friend of mine.
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