A Sequel- The Triumph of the King
Thus on a gloomy eastern evening
The earth paled in attestation to His price
His sacrifice of love bore forth proves to show
Darkness overtook the land
The sun darkened in despair as the procession gingerly began
It was a procession to the grave
Yet in death the victory was won
For the veil was thorn in two
Our access wide open
Alas He cried anew, for His departure was in view
His Spirit yielded, the travail was over,
The crucifixion was done
Wrapped in swaddling cloth of linen
To the grave He was sent and laid
Buried forever never to be seen again
But No! they were mistaken
His life was not that frail
Divinity resonated in His members
That He should live again
For three days He laid still
In the belly of the earth He wrestled
To finish business in hell
Was His mission to accomplish
Therefore was He divided a portion with the great
And divided He the portion with the strong
Verily He took captivity captive
Even in the grave, He remained Lord
In abyss He won the victory
In hell He made the devil a crushed tapestry
He paraded evil totally spoiled in defeat
And gave us that believe the victory
Victory to Live, victory to Win
Victory unto Jubilee
Victory for all to See
Oh! Of a truth, it was the Triumph of the King!
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