Gone With The Cross:
Sweeping through like ocean waves,
First ankle deep, soon swimming in the deep.
House can’t keep, no job or job without pay,
Borrowing no longer new but news,
Debt long as bank queues.
Listen to the crowd wailing shouting.
Heat cooler than the hate,
Cold in them that feared His fate.
The ascent heavy climbing,
Soon He was dead paying the price,
Then alive promising I too will arise.
Birds singing flowers blooming, I’m greater,
My life in His hands, highly favoured.
Stormy seas, I’m not afraid,
He is Creator.
Tears wiped away,
No worries, speak say pray