Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting?

“Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?”
For death shall not take hold of me,
I have died to self and by grace hath the victory.
Nothing can ever move me,
Unless I take my eyes off the cross.
Without God’s hand providing,
All my labour will be lost.
“Great and marvelous are thy works
Lord God Almighty just and true”
“Thou king of saints who shall not fear thee, O Lord, and glorify thy name?”,
For one day you will come back
And prove to the world Your existence;
“Every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord”!
When the thunder rolls
And the trumpet sounds;
When the seal is broken
And the beasts come out;
When the mark is made
And those who remain suffer,
All the plagues released
Soon evil will cease,
When You come back to reign,
Because you are Jesus Christ, King of kings!
“Oh death where is thy sting?
Oh grave where is thy victory?”
For you will never touch me!
And you will never catch me!
By even thinking you can will prove how foolish you can be!
So just give up already;
Your time is coming to an end,
When the omnipotent God
Defeats all darkness forever, Amen!

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