The
story of Jesus so easy to explain,
After they
crucified him, a woman, she claimed his name.
The story
of Jesus the whole bible knows,
Went all
across the desert, and in the middle, he found a rose.
There should
be no questions, there should be no lies,
He was married
ever happily after, All the tears we cry.
No use in
arguing, all the use to the man that moans,
When each
man falls in battle, his soul it has to roam.
Angles of
heaven flying saucers to some,
Made Easter
Sunday the name of the rising sun.
The story
is written by so many people who dared,
To lay down
the truth, to so very many who cared.
To carry
the cross, of Jesus and beyond,
We will
guide the light, this time with a woman in our arms.
We as men
can't explain the reason why,
The woman's
always mentioned at the moment that we die.
All we know
is God is by our side,
And he says
the word, so easy yet so hard.
I wish not
to be alone, so I must respect my other heart.
Oh, the
story of Jesus is the story of you and me.
No use in
feeling
lonely, I am searching to be free.
The story
of life is quicker than the wink of an eye,
The story
of love is hello and goodbye.
Until we
meet again.
Jimi
Hendrix
