O your death

Your death made me weaker
And I grew weaker
Deep down in that valley
Tis darkness covered, and made feeble

Tears nurse more sorrow
And more sorrow nurse tears
Death, shears our covering to go borrow
And borrow'n we go the road all alone
Your death, made us grow in parts
Her icy hands throw away ramparts

O your death, your death made me
Made me know that all shall follow
Men shall leave this tent,
Seek'n rest in the earth's hollow
And join the choir asunder

But me, your death made me stronger
And I grew stronger
I say today, am strong
To deal with my many wrongs
O your death

Author: Ntim Gyakari

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