Rattle and Roll
We can talk about death.
You know he lost his sting;
With you and all believers . . .
Well, he can’t do a thing!
Lost his way, cut off by the cross;
Now, over death, God’s the boss!
He can brings those bones back
Whether from a grave or a sack.
Gonna rattle and roll a new dance,
Lots of eternal, holy romance.
He conquered sin with a mighty roar.
Death is defeated; He opened the door
For sinners to enter, made clean by His blood
And never to wander away,
Praising Him always, night and day.
A.m. on 9 June, 2022
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