The Easter Promise

Lord Let Me Die

Die from my evil ways

Die from the wages of sin

Die from the wicked ways

So I may carry my cross

The cross that you have bore

the cross that pinned you down

the cross that was not meant to be yours

the cross I was afraid to bear

the cross that brought your mortal body to its end

As I try to recall

As the season of Lent comes

As another of Holy Week falls

As another Easter comes at dawn

What have I become?

Did I do what is right?

Did I do what is good?

Have I died and return to dust?

The dawn of Easter morn has come again

But will the same selfish me be back to reign?

What is the point that I am reminded of your sacrifice

Yet I am the same damned man without no dignity

Lord let me die like a seed

upon the soil which I came from

So I may be born to new life 

So I can grow and bear fruits

Dying may be a sad reality

A song of despair and anxiety

But through your Easter promise

Dying is our way to be whole again