Pentecost

The gates of hell must not prevail,
For once they took of thee,
your body bruised and marred and nailed
It fiercely to a tree.

They thought they won with battle done
When once they tore the flesh
Of Christ the Son, the beloved One
And caused His gruesome death.

But horror filled the hearts of those
Who once called for that death,
For from the dead, the dead man rose,
This Jesus of Nazareth.

“What shall we do?” We’re doomed to fall!
But once there was a chance;
We crucified the Lord of all
And have no innocence.

“Repent you all!” He came to die:
To suffer once for all;
To put down sin through sacrifice;
To undo Adam’s fall.

Now enter straight in through the veil
For once His flesh was torn.
“The gates of hell shall not prevail:”
His body has been born.