Poetry

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In a noisy tomb once did I
Lay engrossed in morbid lie,
Convinced that I was right as rain,
But despairing of relief from pain
And fears boundless. Still I would long
For end of night and birth of song.

Then He came and touched my chains,
Broke them all, relieved my pains.
He took my guilt as tho His own
And gave His blood to let it drown
So violently my shame and guilt:
A piercing win with each drop spilt.

Amen! My King has conquered death,
Defeated sin, and sent forth breath
That I might live with hope unending
And strength of soul to stand unbending.
Let my life now cause Him mirth
And please His will while I’m on earth.

Copyright © Thom Mollohan

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