as death broke out of the grave
with chains to put me in its grave
I ran to the master that can save
He took me as His son, not as a slave
Quickly, I proclaimed Him my Lord
as I grew strongly in His words
now realised I am not of the world
whatever I do, we are in one accord
in His presence, nurtured to be honourific
at wars, structured to be acrobatic
in predicaments, lectured to be pragmatic
in pains, enraptured to sing out music
salvation is free, why not surrender
He will accept you even if cased with murder
for your wants, call Him your provider
you shall be His son, and He shall be your father.
...it is easier in this mode-but still we fight for the right be us & HE lets us do that too still loving all we do...10 +++ +++ +++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice ode dedicated to The Lord, well expressed poem............10