For a queen, who with but a word, a kingdom rules,
For a pusher, turning children on, outside of schools,
For the prisoner, who's only cry is to be set free.
For the woman, who lost her teeth to crack cocaine,
Her three children, that have been taken away,
Selling herself to men with no names.
For the single mother who works her fingers to the bone,
To provide for her babies a place called home.
For the teens, who went on a killing spree.
For those who gave up everything
To take His word across the sea,
That those who were in darkness, now can see.
For those who profane His holy name
And all their sorrows on him the blame is laid,
For all these, for everyone, he was scourged, His
Flesh ripped away, impaled by His killers,
On a cross of wood, the creation of his own hand,
He cried to God the Father forgive them I pray,
Atlas for all humanity He arose from the grave
Claimed the keys to death, hell and the grave,
Ascended to heaven, many mansions to prepare,
Homecoming day is drawing so near.