Lyrics by me, inspired by the Gospel of John
Music by suno.ai
Image by leonardo.ai
Video by tuneform.com
Prompt style: Dramatic, blues
Prompt lyrics:
[instrumental]
The man has a life much crueller than most
Of things you take for granted he can't boast
Sitting there alone as folks gather round
Threadbare scraps of hope within him are found
For thirty eight years he's been stuck on the cold cold ground
His boundless struggles he knows to face them
Other crippled hopefuls he will race them
The remedy for his ailments so cruel
Lay waiting for him in that lying pool
There's no hope here which he knows - he's no fool
Paralysed on the cold hard brick
Sits the man so endlessly sick
He needs a miracle
A miracle he gets
[instrumental]
Near the Sheep Gate is Jerusalem's shame
A constant horde of the blind sick and lame
Ignored by all society's betters
Those wealthy lords and old men of letters
All of them living as foolish spiritual debtors
So the powers that be don't give a damn
For such a poor insignificant man
Flopped on useless legs unable to feel
So desperate for those waters that heal
It's such a shame that those waters aren't at all real
In the shade of worldly power
Nothing he can do but cower
He needs a miracle
A miracle he gets
[instrumental]
Among this sick crowd this discarded horde
Touched the cold stone the bare feet of the Lord
Just another man in this pagan place
The Son of God revealing His kind face
Radiating nothing short of His endless grace
The man's thirst for the water is his test
Far from the pool he's about to be blessed
For though his time with the Lord is so fleet
It's been his destiny to Jesus meet
And so he now rises on his strong feet
For far too long the man has sat
Time for him to carry his mat
He needed a miracle
That's what he got
[instrumental]
Music by suno.ai
Image by leonardo.ai
Video by tuneform.com
Prompt style: Dramatic, blues
Prompt lyrics:
[instrumental]
The man has a life much crueller than most
Of things you take for granted he can't boast
Sitting there alone as folks gather round
Threadbare scraps of hope within him are found
For thirty eight years he's been stuck on the cold cold ground
His boundless struggles he knows to face them
Other crippled hopefuls he will race them
The remedy for his ailments so cruel
Lay waiting for him in that lying pool
There's no hope here which he knows - he's no fool
Paralysed on the cold hard brick
Sits the man so endlessly sick
He needs a miracle
A miracle he gets
[instrumental]
Near the Sheep Gate is Jerusalem's shame
A constant horde of the blind sick and lame
Ignored by all society's betters
Those wealthy lords and old men of letters
All of them living as foolish spiritual debtors
So the powers that be don't give a damn
For such a poor insignificant man
Flopped on useless legs unable to feel
So desperate for those waters that heal
It's such a shame that those waters aren't at all real
In the shade of worldly power
Nothing he can do but cower
He needs a miracle
A miracle he gets
[instrumental]
Among this sick crowd this discarded horde
Touched the cold stone the bare feet of the Lord
Just another man in this pagan place
The Son of God revealing His kind face
Radiating nothing short of His endless grace
The man's thirst for the water is his test
Far from the pool he's about to be blessed
For though his time with the Lord is so fleet
It's been his destiny to Jesus meet
And so he now rises on his strong feet
For far too long the man has sat
Time for him to carry his mat
He needed a miracle
That's what he got
[instrumental]
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