That Old Country

That old country I used to know

I used to observe the sunrise
and the early glow
I knew the day and the night
I stayed awake 
And observed my fright
 
On my wrists the chains were cold
They dragged me slowly
By the leading old
When I was hidden I found the ground
I ate only the dirt
that I had found
 
The open cuts in my feet 
healed over
To insects, sweet
Sometimes I tried to breath deep breathes
With scattered eyes
and ears deemed deaf
But oxygen became disloyal
I found this in my constant toil
 
For this land I called my home
With demons leading
as I roamed
Sometimes my eyes would let me see
And there was a fence separating Him and me
Along the fence
Guards held their arms
Foreshadowing our evident harm
But His land was eternally green, provoking our dismal scene
 
One day I looked up as the dragging stopped
The barren desert and the wanting cop
Decaying bodies hunched over enslaved
The sun, scorching flesh, preparing our grave
A figure walked to me
Smoke passing and eyes deep green
He accused me that day
With all my debt I could never pay
Then a blinding light shone on me
From the man who stood in the land of the tree
 
There at once my heart was changed
I saw my thoughts before were so deranged
I hated the man in His field snug
But here I saw, He was eminent with love
And He ran with a deadly sprint
Towards me, a man with a deadly tint
The fence was shattered piece by piece
He absorbed my decaying flesh, my debt to cease
And with faith nourished I shone with light
And when time passed, so did the night
Thus we walked to the land, I received in covenant, a wedding band
 
That old country I used to know
He brought me from in glorious show
God shone on me and broke the fence
My burdened carried
His flesh so tense
We died together on that day
As He payed a price I couldn’t pay
And now all the world shall see Him still
Since He drank the cup that was filled
Wrath is gone, the land is green
It’s flowers fill the desert scene
And here I am in the fields, with eternal truth He always yields
 

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