Monday, 6 June 2016

#musicmonday: Death Be Not Proud | Attalus



Death be not proud
though men will fear you
and think you grave when they draw near you
'cause you take us down
and we can't escape the fact
but I've learned by now
your rite is just an act

so lay my bones inside a hearse
take me in and do your worst
but, tell me why you choose to boast
you're just a shadow and a ghost
I'll breathe again, you'll be surprised
when you're the only one who dies
Death, be not proud
you'll soon find out

You're not the end
You're just the start of me
beneath my skin is the real heart of me
so don't pretend
that you can keep me locked forever in your grasp

but you're just a ship sunk on the ocean floor
your flag was stripped when you hit heaven's shore
so close your grip
but the only thing you'll ever hold is dust and ash
Death be not proud of that

dates on a stone
they're just an alibi
a simple line, it can't sum up my life
beneath the tears
the wreaths, the letters, and the roses
God composes a new life
as the old one decomposes

So come on death, I've got your dues
take them any way you choose
and shake the heavens with your smile
if my bones are worth your while
but this coffin's just a womb
thanks to the cross and empty tomb
my God will get the final laugh
Death, here He comes - your epitaph!

you're not the end
you're just the start of me
beneath my skin is the real heart of me
so don't pretend
that you can keep me locked forever in your grasp
you're just a ship sunk on the ocean floor
your flag was stripped
when you hit heaven's shore
so close your grip
but the only thing you'll ever hold is dust and ash
Death be not proud, you set me free at last

I lay down my life
and find it again
dust turns to dust
but my heart and soul ascend
God bless the path
that leads me through life's shallow end

I lay down my life
and find it at last
dust turns to dust
but I escape this shipwrecked mast
God bless the calm
that drowns the voices from my past

I lay down my life
and find it anew
joy turns to joy
at the thought of breaking through
God bless the pain
that makes me desperate for the view

Death be not proud
what are you boasting for?
thanks be to God
your walls are just an open door
God bless the place where you can't haunt me anymore

Death be not proud
what are you boasting for?
thanks be to God
your walls are just an open door
God bless the place where you can't haunt me any more

Lay my bones inside a hearse
take me in and do your worst
tell me why you choose to boast
you're just a shadow and a ghost
lay my bones inside the dirt
take me in and do your worst
in the end you'll be surprised
when you're the only one who dies
death be not proud
death be not proud

---



---

EDIT: A fitting post for today, maybe?

Death, be not proud, though some may call thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so.

And though he sleeps on earth now, he wakes in the arms of the Eternal.

2 comments:

  1. It's the faithful and true hope we have in Christ! One that those that don't have it, can't understand. I don't think we should seek death, nor welcome it. I don't think we should mock it. But death and the grave have no hold here! Praise God!
    Barbara, blogging at Life & Faith in Caneyhead

    ReplyDelete