A Song of Belief

Born into dying,

With chains none can see.

In blackness of soul,

No hope to break free.

Like a people in tombs,

With no knowledge of light.

Living life in the darkness,

Unaware of their plight.

But One who could see,

Left light for their dark.

He put on their flesh,

His life left a mark.

In envy, they killed Him

With a torturous cross,

But their chains could not hold Him,

And their tomb suffered loss.

Breaking free from the darkness

With death’s keys in His hand,

This God made in flesh

Led captivity’s band.

Offering freedom from dying,

This Redeemer now pleads.

“Come, all ye that are weary,

Take My hand and believe.”