Februation, Gone!
O that month of februation,
Pagan sacrifice to appease
Those demons demanding lives
Offering nothing but words in return.
The fear of death grips soul and mind
And drives men to work and grind
But that was the way of the past.
And today we are free from worry
Anxiety and fear we did bury
Down. It is left in the ground,
Not for us to be found
Who are risen with Him on high
Never, no never! to die.
We press on ever in celebration:
Death, resurrection, and salvation!
And He will come and take us home
Keeping us from Him to roam.
0800 on 2 Feb., 2021
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