Deaths Sting

Death where is your sting?
That rages against my soul,
There is no joy; life can bring,
Or vengeance, if truth be told.

Stop Your rage against me now,
Loose the arrows of fire within,
Set the chains, break them now,
Let my life at last begin.

Rage against the machine,
Rage against the injustice,
Against this tranquil scene,
My lives to dust.

I am not the man I use to be
One who lurks in the shadows
Waiting for that one to be
Falling foul of a Nations vow.

What do you see when you look at me,
The man with a gun pointing at you,
Or do you know a man now full and free
Of chains that are gone a heart brand new.

Now sitting on my Father's lap
Resting quietly in His arms,