ehind locked doors, the apostles met
Covered with fear, hiding from threat
For they will all be put, yes into prison
For they all are charged, yes with treason.
And they will rot, die and decay
Nothing will be left, but ash and clay
There will be no more day or words to say
For their Lord was gone.. the Lord was gone..

Or so they thought.. or so I thought..
But the Truth is.. the Lord has bought
His sheep, and now, He has conquered the world
That whoever believes are already saved
And do have a life under His reign
No more locked doors or chambers of sigh
For all the payments are satisfied
Our punishment He took
And in horror we look
Now only one thing really matters
His glory, His glory and His glory
Thats all there is, in my short story