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