The world's on death row, being noticed, on notice, date, time set, sitting in darkness, without a light.
Hands raised over your head, in crimes, hands risen in convictions, of repentance, to God's glory.
Blood stilled, and spilled, for any matter, does any one care, cross the street, like you don't hear.
Jesus shed, and bled, beads of sweat on his head, you were on his heart, welcomed you as he did part.
The world's curse of fallen man, Jesus resurrected as his life fell, away from this earth, into his Father's hands, welcomes you take his hand.
Sitting in your seat, straps unfold, time is running out, you were told.
The cold ground awaits, as a gourny baits, there's no mercy you know in the states.
God's Son Jesus, knew all that, he came to bring us a better rap, to be free of pride, and pain, to live again, in fullness unrestrained.
Earth is a death row, only to the Father, can we go, only through a gate, one way, only through Christ, who paid our way.
Easter, resurrection day, everyday, a celebration, why not come and pray.
At the end of a day, month, or year, will you or I still be here.
There is an appointed time to die, why not make it now, and live fly, and revive.
The spirit lives on, but only if set free, ;many in prison today, are bound, and not free.
Though shackled in thorns, of the spirit, and soul, some have learned that those things, matter no more.
The soul has been set free, and one day will be, lifted taken from this world to be.
Walking talking, and not free all the while, won't pick up your bible, and dial the prayer line, talk to the savior, tell him, your needs, he will not hand you the devil's death deed.
Father in heaven forgives us our sin's. Laws and consequences, don't forgive.
Don't play with fire, for it's the devil's domain, guard your lips and what you say.
BE soft spoken, kind, and free, cease from anger, and danger will flee.
Someone is standing at the door, the death angel let him be no more.
by Kalyna18
Hands raised over your head, in crimes, hands risen in convictions, of repentance, to God's glory.
Blood stilled, and spilled, for any matter, does any one care, cross the street, like you don't hear.
Jesus shed, and bled, beads of sweat on his head, you were on his heart, welcomed you as he did part.
The world's curse of fallen man, Jesus resurrected as his life fell, away from this earth, into his Father's hands, welcomes you take his hand.
Sitting in your seat, straps unfold, time is running out, you were told.
The cold ground awaits, as a gourny baits, there's no mercy you know in the states.
God's Son Jesus, knew all that, he came to bring us a better rap, to be free of pride, and pain, to live again, in fullness unrestrained.
Earth is a death row, only to the Father, can we go, only through a gate, one way, only through Christ, who paid our way.
Easter, resurrection day, everyday, a celebration, why not come and pray.
At the end of a day, month, or year, will you or I still be here.
There is an appointed time to die, why not make it now, and live fly, and revive.
The spirit lives on, but only if set free, ;many in prison today, are bound, and not free.
Though shackled in thorns, of the spirit, and soul, some have learned that those things, matter no more.
The soul has been set free, and one day will be, lifted taken from this world to be.
Walking talking, and not free all the while, won't pick up your bible, and dial the prayer line, talk to the savior, tell him, your needs, he will not hand you the devil's death deed.
Father in heaven forgives us our sin's. Laws and consequences, don't forgive.
Don't play with fire, for it's the devil's domain, guard your lips and what you say.
BE soft spoken, kind, and free, cease from anger, and danger will flee.
Someone is standing at the door, the death angel let him be no more.
by Kalyna18