Tell Death by Teriba Korede Michael

Tell Death
Herald it to him
Tell death, when he comes, not to rejoice.
Tell him he has nothing to take as I'll be
Emptied when he arrives to free my soul.
Tell death, when he comes, not to rejoice.
Tell him he's the bridge to my Pilot.
Tell death, when he comes, not to rejoice.
Tell him the fear - of him - that grips
Mortal hearts lost its hold on mine at Golgotha;
& that He'll usher me into Christ's presence.
Tell death, when he comes, not to rejoice.
'cause I'm exiled from his lair to God's kingdom ruled
By rules scripted in scriptures and his spirit within me -
The hope of glory.
Tell death I died when my Saviour died
On the rood;
& That in Jordan was I buried and arisen
Into a new LIFE.
Herald it to him
Tell him from God’s heart I hear
Love weeping – weeping for the world;
& for this, I’ll rise and herald
This love to the world.
Oh tell him I’ve no shame –
My shame was crucified with Christ on
The rood.
Tell him this verse is a testament of
My faith; in it is no shame to declare
God’s Gospel as I herald
ZOE to a dying world.