Echoes of hell whelp and howl, overdose death,
a contemporary victory of bondage and cruel slavery.
Burning incense of denial,
a fallen soul lost control,
fathers and mothers weep loss of their bold dreams.
Echoes of hell whelp, and howl, a baptized hope,
lays dead upon the floor.
The thundered sounds of piercing nails,
For death’s dark soldiers cannot claim,
the name of this lone child.
Echoes of hell whelp and howl, heaven's father,
pulls his weary child safely through heaven's door.
Restoring faith, hope and love.
For standing in the distance,
a lone image of a wooden cross
silently drips tears of forgiveness.
Echoes of hell whelp and howl,
Scanning the earth quietly,
Awaiting the descent,
of your approaching child.
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