In the depths of pain I wallowed, it seemed like an endless circle of peril, ears ringing, head aching and the world spun through my eyes, my veins drained it’s fluids mysteriously while I lived on another’s, Mr doctor, poured out all sorts of vague terms, anemia, leukaemia, myeloma his lips fades into a blur as my eyes widened, my flesh began to fail in its ephemeral duties, leaving me just a veil away from Sheol, my soul slowly caved in while my life’s thread withered thin.
Somewhere the ancient balm watched in love, appearing with the 39 stripes, He accurately reoriented my spirit to heal my body. As days rolled by, I found myself mounting stairs of hope, faith and steadfastness, and Eureka! My being began to reconstruct itself in all dimensions, from flesh to mind to soul, the ultimate healer made the doctor’s verdict inconsequential, His ancient blood connected with my faulted one, to rid it off flaws, and like a bright kaleidoscope he reeled before me His victory of two thousand years in the battle of Calvary and Hades which he conquered for my sake, the images infused an indestructible life in me, to know it wasn’t pyrrhic victory but total victory.
His death changed the course of man, His death pulled down the gates of hades and those stripes that sits deep in His flesh became a reason for my redemption…
Composed by: Bola KadvilleYaya