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Ladies and Gentle-men

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We’ve a story to tell

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It’s not a long one

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but it is about heaven

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and it is about hell.

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The fair city of (Wherever)

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was a fair town for sure

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The (wherever) people on Wednesdays

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into the Market would pour

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people from the east (people pointing each direction)

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and people from the west

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from the North and the South

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would their hard earned money invest…(ker-ching)

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Out ont’ market stalls were goods of every kind

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a bit of this

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and a bit of that,

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almost anything, one could find

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in a place that was full o’the joys of spring… (deep breath in)

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a place were the people were always keen to sing (laaaaaa!)

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and sing they did, and dance as well (dance)

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and they danced before heaven

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they danced before hell

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Then one cold day a stranger arrived

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with a stench on his breath

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and a fear in his eyes

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he played them his drum

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they thought him right clever

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he said that his drumming was what brought em good weather

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His looked at the sky…

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he looked at his drum

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he laughed at the people

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and then drumming begun

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he played the drum fast (fast drum)

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he played the drum slow (slow drum)

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and wherever he played the people would go

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he played from the charts and he played them songs old

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they never saw the snow

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never noticed the cold

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‘cos the people were dancing

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and never noticed how torrid

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the tune had become before

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he froze them all solid (waves stick and people freeze)

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Ole devil one horn gave a shriek of delight

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his face glowed red

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he laughed at the people

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trapped in their icy bed

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O what a calamity

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what a to-do

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what could be said

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for this town in a stew

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The ransom was set

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A life without blame

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Without this as payment

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the ice would stay the same

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Ole one horn looked around

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No offers were made

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he thought that (Wherever)

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had become his loyal slaves.

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But just then a rustle

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just then a commotion

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a stirring beyond the planets

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a force above the oceans

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This man was different

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because he was pure

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This man was Jesus

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could he be this towns cure?

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The devil was angry and drew out his knife

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he breathed murderous threats

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and then took Jesus’ life

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the blood from his body was spilt on’t floor

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but the warmth of his love

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caused the frozen ice to thaw

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The people were revived the people were set free (hurrah!!)

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the evil ole one horn their opened eyes could see

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"you don’t love us!"

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"in fact you are bad!"

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"it’s only through your lying that we in ice were clad!"

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What could he do

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He could say

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All he could do was get down on his knees and pray

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His power over the town

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His power over sin

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was broken in pieces

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and thrown in the bin

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The eyes of the people

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were opened so wide

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they saw for the first time

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how they’d held on to pride

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their confidence in man

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and belief in themselves

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had only been lies from the Devil himself.

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They danced in the warmth now the ice was gone (dance around happily)

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But what has become of the victor who’d won?

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The victor who’d suffered in a crown of sharp thorns

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who’d the butt of the liar with less than two horns

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They turned to the spot were the hero had lain

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No sign if the victor who’s body was slain

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They looked him hard and they looked for him long

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but no trace was found for a funeral song

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Just then some thunder

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Just then some wind

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the stone walls exploded

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and as the smoke thinned

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out from the tomb the hero did come (hurrah)

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his eyes were like fire

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and his hair like the sun

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The truth of it is, He’s God’s only Son

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Think of it all

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All watchers listen out

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The victor was Jesus

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His name carries much clout

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It’s hard to imagine - so try and think straight

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That one day you’ll stand there and knock at the Gate

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Know thee Jesus? Asks Peter

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and answer indeed

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The question to you then is

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who’ll follow His lead.

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Three boos for the liar (boo boo boo)

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Three cheers for the winner. (hurrah hurrah hurrah)

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If watching this play has made you quite curious

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The truth that you’ve seen here it challenges the spurious

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It challenges the lies that we all hear so often

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So come to the cross and you’ll feel your heart soften

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Come for a chat

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Or come for a natter

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If you walk on by you’re as mad as a hatter