Melissa Desiree Reddy

(1983-05-02 / South africa)

Power of the King


Death be not proud
for you have no hold over my life,
Death be not proud
for I cannot die! !

Death be not proud
you instill no fear
Death be not proud
for my King lay down His life for me

Death be not proud
you have no power
you destroy just flesh and bone
you dont have the power to resurrect

Death be not proud
you own me not
for I have been bought
Death be not proud
for my soul shall live on,

In HIS Kingdom is where I belong! !

Submitted: Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, December 03, 2008

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  • Scott Austin (12/17/2008 12:31:00 AM)

    This is a very nice write, thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. May peace and joy fill your heart each and everyday.

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