Prophesy 

By: William Todd

Listen my friends while I relate, 

The story of a man, who died an awful death;

He suffered the sins of the world you see,

That was fulfilling the prophesy.

He cures the lame, halt, sick and blind,

He tried the hearts of all men to find;

But of course you know, that never could be

Or it wouldn't have fulfilled the prophesy.

They took him and nailed him to an old rugged cross,

And lifted him up high aloft;

So the people could scoff and scorn at his agony;

That was fulfilling the prophesy.

They took him down and laid him in Joseph's tomb, we've got him now they said, I presume, as they placed the soldiers around the tomb,

To hold him there forever more.

Now my friends you an plainly see, that was fulfilling the prophesy.

Early in the morn on the third day

The soldiers fell like dead they say,

For the Master spoke with a mighty roar;

And angels came and rolled the stone from the door.

Now my friends you can farther see that was fulfilling the prophesy.

Then our Savior walked out, His hands both free;

He had conquered death and the grave you see:

And an angel sat on the stone they say,

To show the women where their Savior had laid.

Now my friends you can plainly see that's fulfilling the prophesy.

The apostles said to Heaven He has gone.

To set with his Father on the pearly white throne.

To intercede for the people you see

That's fulfilling the prophesy.

I know that all who, His will does do,

Straight to Heaven, their souls will go,

There with their Father forever to be,

That fulfills the prophesy.