Tuesday, 29 December 2009


Death could not long within its clasp confine
The glorious Man who is the Prince of Life;
The Righteous One by His inherent right
Stopped and rolled back the ever‑conquering tide;
The Father's glory in its exultant might
Raised Him who is the Father's chief delight.
Death is no foe in this triumphant time
And he who wielded it is undermined,
His kingdom broken and broken too his pride.
The Lord is risen ‑ who lately man reviled;
The Lord is risen ‑ the Victor in the strife;
The Lord is risen ‑ His conquest has sufficed.


  1. David,

    You could be another author of a book of Psalms by all your wonderful words you so eloquently put into writings!

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

  2. yes for sure he arose and so shall we arise when he comes for us to bring us to the father.
    god bless you david for the good work you are doing here for the lord...from terry

  3. that was very good
    are all your poems original by you?


  4. Thank you again; I trust that the Lord blesses all who read them. They are all my own - how original is a question! I've been writing them for about 40 years now.


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