No More Slates By Ogri Mathilda Sarah

Twenty years of slavery

Went down the slates of clay

Written beneath it

Several years of slavery

Straying...

Fashioned in cloaks of mistakes

Lived us in this self of decay

Ride we in these tunes of defiles

In a song sung by jezebel

Little oh little

Did we never see us drowning

Dancing in the wind

Twenty times tossed by the wind

Twenty times diced by the tides

Twenty times cast down the shores of life

Oh little!

Little wonder never did our smile

Brighten than the day

Twenty years of calling

By the Messiah

Your burdens I carried

The pathway do I show you

Oh ye!

Listen, if only thou would listen

A new garment I shall cloak you

In rubies, gold, silver and diamond

I have placed you

No authority is far greater

Just a step..

If only you take the step

You shall testify then, in multiples of this great beauty

Thou will behold

Twenty years of slavery

Went down the slates of clay

Only for one,

One day of confession

And many days unending

A basking joy of redemption

A royal priesthood thou'est become

Placed upon truth

Rooted in an undying, fervent love

Twenty years of slavery

Went down the slates of clay

Awash do we become

Choosing light over darkness

Sorrow be damned

For light has come

In days unending filled with Glory

For in rising, we’ve been placed upon a rock

No wind or tide can shake

We live gloriously

Twinkling everyday as new

As a new creature

No more slates to count

No more bones of decayed flesh

No more the twentieth slave of darkness

No more, other than a glorious life of victory

A precious heir do we become

With no more slates going down the clay.

No more slates

Written by

Ogri Mathilda Sarah

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