Death Where Is Your Sting? Cursed was I Trapped in the jungle of confusion I lost the life giving crystal To enticing voices of slavery. Sacred voices sounded like shallow noises From a parched jungle With a tumbled future. Dusts captured my feet, I was stalked by ghosts. I perceived faint chant from the gods. Blood murdered by my ancestors Calling for my feeble shadow, Fragile I was as tears blew away my courage. I could hear the sting from deaths voice Hades was close, waving smiles of mockery at me. My soul was a sacrificial lamb To dark gods whos got double horns. Suddenly I heard his blood chanting Thou shall not hurt him My head was risen to see the cross, His eyes were fading,his strength was dying. Yes he died a death of shame. But then the stone is rolled away Behold the empty tomb, Jesus is risen, His shame brought me fame, My gain was his pain. Death where is your sting? I guess Jesus received it Now Im free, free indeed Jesus is risen, halleluyah. Inioluwa Says Happy Sunday...
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 06:57:14 +0000
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