So much residue on my hands, my heart, my soul
So much damage I can’t control
So much lost along the way
So much more amidst the fray
The depth of Darkness entangles me
My eyes wide open still can’t see
Nostrils flared with the burning stench
Darkness! You dirty son of a bitch
I know hope floats because of Him
No matter the Darkness, no matter how grim
Hope floats right up from the darkest grave
Death died with Him; He lives to save
Just when I think what’s done is done
I see the Light of the risen Son
Hey, Darkness! Abandon the victories won
They were yours for the night but morning has come.
“I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”
“55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
56 The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.”