From the sky comes down bright light.
You see Jesus and come to the delight.
From him emanates rays flow,
Whirl around flakes of snow.
People are drawn hands to his white dress…
Why he came down? I know, you guess
Would follow him to Paradise every child,
He will send to hell every wild!
Judgment Day
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