They went to the grave in the first day of the week and He wasn’t there. Luke 24:1-12 NKJV
My Jesus defeated death….
I want you to say this poem to all your enemies who thought you would be down forever:
Still here
You may write me down in history
With your biter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Still I’ll rise
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders failing down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard?
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness
But still, like air, I’ll rise
Does it comes as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
While I don’t
Well my God is such
A gentleman He opens doors for ladies
And as for man becomes a mediator between the screen and the hand
That way thing don’t have to get out of hands
H will never forsake me
The higher you build your barrier the taller I become
The farther you take my rights away the faster
I will run
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