Hurry My Queen
The old king once said to his queen
Hurry now for the time has come
The time of his majesty
Look to the heavens from where Jesus comes
Come my wife hurry now
Where we go the gold is needed no more
The shoes we wear are not presentable
The maids are not responsible anymore
Our Lord Jesus Christ has returned
My queen I say make haste
Your king is ready, for we ride now
The clouds in the wind
That is why our armor must not go
Our earthly clothing is a disgrace
For the purest of time has come
Hurry my love, pray wholeheartedly
As we go into the promise land.
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