I look now east, across the sea,
To the land where Christ fell,
And in my heart, through all of me,
My soul sings it is well
He Rose from the grave, three days had passed,
Since His spirit decended to hell,
Our souls made clean, by ransoming,
My soul sings it is well
From God, a gift, His son was sent,
To walk in hill and Dell,
He healed the sick, where he went,
My soul sings it is well.
The blessed Son, will come again,
The day no one can tell,
So we walk here, saved by his pain,
And my soul sings it is well.
The Hope of Man, by sin slain,
Makes me want to yell,
But by his grace, still hope remains,
And my soul sings it is well.
Eternal life is now assured,
Because He loves us well,
It not by us, was procured,
But my soul sings it is well.
He sent us Rules to follow though,
And we uphold them nell,
Forgiveness is from Him alone,
So my heart sings it is well.
His life was payed for our sin,
And rang a celestial bell,
Through Him now death cannot win,
And my soul sings it is well.
His Mercy is in itself divine,
And the grave is overwhelmed,
Given freely to be mine,
That my soul sings it is well!
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A Brief Collection Of Poetry Of An Allegorical Nature That Is Terrible
PoetryIf you like allegorical poetry, give this a look. You may enjoy, it you may not, but I am always open to discussion and criticism. In this book, you will find, poems written from the heart, That I will not cease to write, even if I fall apart. The...
