What have we become?

I will follow the Lamb of God, wherever He would lead.

I’ll take up my cross, I’ll count the cost, no matter what it brings.

I’ve found it hard to even sleep as this New Year’s wrung me dry.

Hark the Herald angels sing of new vaccine to try.

RNA ladder ascends to heaven, Jacobs matter, wrestled now we sing.

We though 100, million be, the called out few and far between.

Ham string up the traders, to the cause that’s caused much woe!

We’ve been reaping the whirlwind, because of the wind we’ve sewn.


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