Tomb oh Tomb Where is thy wound? You who thought With your stone soo grave Could withhold the one to save Didn’t you hear the news Can’t you see the Jews In disbelief of what it may be That the one scourged and beaten The flesh of whom was left stricken He is walking on the streets Hey! Look at his feet Where the nails were pierced through Hear it, the word is true He is risen He defeated the old rotten tomb He conquered the hades, founder of doom Now we are free, We scream in glee Free to call upon His name The sweet spirit of power By which in Him, we stand and conquer Hallelujah, We arise in Christ Hallelujah. Join the conversation on Facebook .
There on the river bank lay the account that will flourish and nourish this inspiration of ours... Opps sorry, I forgot it's not time for stories. Well, I'm a Nigerian writer, Jasmine Elimimian who loves telling stories, interacting with people and communicating my thoughts through creative writing or you can call it poetry. Although I studied Civil and Environmental Engineering, literature had always been one of my favorite subjects. I hope you enjoy the journey through my mind. I love Feedback