Oche Echoda James Biography

as death broke out of the grave
with chains to put me in its grave
I ran to the master that can save
He took me as His son, not as a slave
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facing the green sky on a blue grass
wind reflects like a view glass
as a chic approached from a distance
like one coming to give thanks
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as the scorching sun fades off the skies
with my eyes on where we had our first kiss
was filled with reflections of the past
as tears tagged with no price filled my eyes
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pushed out in the young minutes past eleven
so dark and chilly to pull back from even
handsome 'cos made from heaven
though stands last among the seven
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For every call I've missed
that whispered a voiceless bye.
For every happiness I've ceased
that caused them to cry.
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