Wolkine Stany

(November 26,1991- / St. Mark, Haiti, Elizabeth NJ)

A Tale To Tell


I have a tale to tell
Jesus Christ knows me well
God is the head and I am the tail
My body is the temple in which he dwell
I have been marked where Christ left his trail
He gave me a Spirit that's not for sell
He is my strength I cannot be frail
I have been delivered I'm no longer left for bail
All along the devil knew that he was bound to fail
But he attempted anyways and I bet his breath do smell
I have nothing to be worried about for all is well
Jesus already handled the situation when he took the nail!
All praises to the Lord I have a true tale to tell!

Submitted: Thursday, November 11, 2010
Edited: Monday, June 25, 2012

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