As I made my way along the path,
Yahweh had led me down.
A beastly horror, dark and vicious,
Rose up from the ground.
A ghastly visage I beheld,
With my own two eyes.
My heart sunk down below my feet;
I pondered my demise.
Death had stopped me in me tracks,
And grabbed me by the throat.
As I struggled and I strained,
It began to laugh and gloat.
Its hands were icy cold;
Its eyes, a deep black pit.
Despair flowed from its mouth;
It slashed at me and bit.
Then I began to laugh,
As I recalled to mind,
That Jesus, King of Heaven,
Has told me, "Son, you're Mine."
Death's grip began to weaken;
Its cruel grin began to slip,
As from my lips poured forth,
Joyful, heartfelt worship.
"My risen Lord, King Jesus,
With Your blood You conquered death.
This foe You have devoured,
With Your beleaguered final breath.
As You died, this cretin,
Thought that it had won.
But up from the grave You rose,
Praise the Father, Spirit, Son!"
Now the Beast was shattered,
It fell back in dismay.
For it's true the tomb is empty,
Jesus in there no more lays.
Where is your sting now, Darkness?
What power do you wield?
For the risen Lion of Judah,
Left you routed on the field.
My God, He is a warrior,
And He has conquered you.
Now His life is in me,
And I belong no more to you.
Unhand me, weak foul creature;
Stand no more in my path.
For the Son of God, King Jesus,
Has borne the fullness of His wrath.
Oh praise the name of Jesus!
Bless His holy Name!
As we trod the course He's charted,
Death's power's been made lame.
We will trample down this enemy;
Eternal life, He's given us.
Just as our Lord has risen,
We too shall be made thus.
