The world is in turmoil, with wars and hate,
But we hold onto hope, for Isa's arrival is fate,
For too long have we suffered under the oppressor's hand,
Our dreams and hopes crushed by their ruthless demand.
We wait for him, with prayers and love,
For he will bring peace, and blessings from above,
The throne will be filled, with the just king,
And his reign will be like a beautiful spring.
The oppressed rise up, and the tyrants will fall,
And the world will be at peace, once and for all,
The throne is empty, but not for long,
For Isa's second coming will right every wrong.
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