The Angel Of Light

The Angel Of Light short poem

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The angel of death, against the Angel of Light,
Praise God, Jesus, has won this fight!
Death is now dead, and the grave is in hell,
Stand up, children of God, and for this victory yell!
For Jesus is lord, yes he is King of all,
And our spirits to Him, shall He call.
Stand up, in the Light of our King, In praise, and honor, and in Glory, sing!
For his Name, is above all names, you see,
His Name holds victory, for you and me!.
For God rose him from the dead, on the third day,
He took death, hell, and the grave, and cast them away!
If we are truly in him, death, can’t hold us down,
For we have on, Christ’s wedding Gown.
For we are his Bride, so always be true,
So death, hell, nor the grave, will have bondage on you!

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