The End Of The Beginning - God Bless America Version

I was takin' a trip on a plane the other day
When the man next to me saw the book in my hand
So I settled back in my seat-
"A history, a mystery in one."
And then I opened up the book and began to read

He was born of a virgin one holy night
Angels gathered round him underneath the stars

And though he never ever did a single thing wrong
The angry crowd chose him. And then he walked down the road

It's superstition, made up tales and just to help the weak to survive."

He was born of a virgin one holy night
Angels gathered round him underneath the stars

And though he never ever did a single thing wrong
The angry crowd chose him. And then he walked down the road

You said they hung him, put nails in His hands
And a crown of thorns on His head."

His death wasn't the end, the beginning of life
Don't you see he did all this for you!"
He was born of a virgin one holy night
In the little town of Bethlehem
All the angles singing praises to the great I am
And made the blind to see
(And for the first time here on earth)

Then he walked and he died but
Three days later
Three days later
Three days later
He rose!
Three days later he rose!