His light brighter than the blistering sun,
His word sweet like a wondrous fruit,
He carried my sin on His shoulders.
Pouring His precious blood on the sinful streets.
They bruised His skin for my sin…….
He rose back combating with death,
The mighty triumph for you and me.
I lift my hands to the blue skies exalt His name.
I screech raptures to the King of Kings.
I wait for Him to descend on the blazing chariot,
The skies crack open to the Kings arrival
Angels blow trumpets screaming His glory.
Are you ready to join the Kings brigade?
His word sweet like a wondrous fruit,
He carried my sin on His shoulders.
Pouring His precious blood on the sinful streets.
They bruised His skin for my sin…….
He rose back combating with death,
The mighty triumph for you and me.
I lift my hands to the blue skies exalt His name.
I screech raptures to the King of Kings.
I wait for Him to descend on the blazing chariot,
The skies crack open to the Kings arrival
Angels blow trumpets screaming His glory.
Are you ready to join the Kings brigade?
3 comments:
What wonderful prose, Suman! Beautiful imagery and undeniable truth. You're very good with words - keep it up!
Barbara
This is my favorite! You are so talented thank you for sharing it with all to see! Midge (aka Mudge)
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