Our bodies code blue from a heart killed by strife.
Whats dead cannot praise ! Limp arms cannot raise!
What’s dead cannot sing!
Nor speak of a good thing!
Whats dead cannot open eyes
Or have strength of legs to rise!
Now , no thanks is there to give
Till what’s dead come to life!
We are morgues with doors tightly shut.
From dirt we are formed and dirt we are cut
Have mercy have mercy oh Lord let us Live!!
Let us rise from dead slumber and Thanks to you Give !
Lord have Mercy Christ Have mercy ! One breath We give today !
That your Breath May in return Blow this death away
Blow Away this Sin
Let Life return us to life again!
Let The morgue be ablaze , the door burst open.
Let Bells ring without toll as Light lets hope in. . .!
oh Son Of God, You live that We may live!
With a new heart Of thanks forever to give!
Son , You too soo dead come here to life!
Your Hands bleed red as Your body takes our strife!
Now! Thanks there is to give!
As all who are dead come to life!
Now we cannot contain or with folded arms remain.
These bodies can barely hold
this crumb of thanks our hand enfolds
Like Rivers through damns , it flows Life Afresh
and we , Giving Thanks , scream
“ we are Spirit in this Flesh”
no longer do we ask. “ will we survive ?”
For we have Thanks to Give : for once dead we are now alive!!!
GIVE THANKS ALL THOSE WHO LOOK UPON THE LORD IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING PSALM 27:13