But then there was
A shaking in the ground
It knocked death off his laughing chair
And shook the woman to her core
All the earth fell silent
While heaven erupted into song
Hell screamed, and wept in fear
While death’s eyes grew wide
He saw a lone figure, walking
Down the misty road, just after dawn
He came to his door, and with a simple knock
Asked to speak with death
So death opened the door
To his eternal agony, he rent
His fine black suit and fell back screaming
As Life itself came walking
Into death’s rooms
“No, stay back!”
He screamed, but Life would not
He stepped closer, stronger
Each step a stab to death’s heart
“Please!” He cried, trembling
As life stopped short of the little man
Once big, and powerful
Now reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess in a robe
Strewn across his own chair, weeping in his den
…
“What do you want with me?”
Death asked
Shaking in his seat
“The key.” The figure spoke, called Life
As he held out his open hand
Death shied back, hating to lose his power
After all, his key unlocked the cages, the chains
All of humanity could run free!
Imagine a world not bound by death, he couldn’t
Death could never die
Or could he?
It seemed he met his match
The day that Life came knocking
And held out his hand, and took the key
He left death trembling, pleading for mercy for his own soul
As he was robbed of his power, his dignity
And his home, in the city
Of men
Cursed to live forever, underground, as one dead
For indeed, death was dead
And the king was alive
…
I heard the people singing
As women danced in the streets
Among them, one called Bride
Unsure of what to say
I am assured, however
She could say nothing when she met his gaze
When the king, called Life, found her wandering the streets
And offered her his hand
…
It is said they went off walking
Back towards the king’s towers
She, leaning on his arm
And he, serenading
Her with a song
About a man called King, who loved his Bride
Enough to give himself for her
About the day, when death died
And Life came back out of the grave
When all of heaven shouted
Out in victorious cry
The praises, of the one called King
Who loved his Bride
And conquered death
Who lives, now forever
And whose name is Life
…
But some, know him by another name
I heard it whispered in the streets
By followers, most marveled
And joyous at his rising
And later, shouted by the magistrates
As they heard the news of his empty grave
And even later, by the devil himself
As he bowed,
To the man called Life, with his Bride on his arm
As he led her out of death
And into his light
…
I hear, he is called by another name
A name so high, so lovely
Many who know it weep at its speaking
While others spit, or tremble at the sound
I myself, am quite in awe of its mention
For he saved me, led me out from death
And called me as his Bride
And by his grace, made me his own
And let me call him by another name
Jesus
A mercy just to speak it
Jesus
I will forever sing it
Jesus
I will forever be, in wonder by it
Jesus
A name unlike any other
Jesus
He has done it
Jesus
Death has no hold forever
Jesus
He reigns on high, forever
Jesus
And indeed, all the earth will bow
At the mention,
At the mention of that name
Of Jesus
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