No Cross No Crown

The cross of death despised by some means love, joy and peace to others.

Believers move to God’s right hand of power, unbelievers to his left, heaven or hell.

Christ’s resurrection power courses through the veins of his followers.

They take the straight and narrow, never shun difficulties, rejoice in afflictions.

Move mountains with mustard seed faith, walls of Jericho crumble when they parade.

Heal the sick, raise the dead, help the fallen stand on their feet again.

See silver linings behind dark clouds, good conquers evil, all things work for good.

Mount up with eagles’ wings, soar above life’s trials, nothing gets them down.

Violence and crime fade into insignificance, hatred is vanquished by love.

Fear of death and hell is not an issue, they’ve been there done that.

While multitudes are paralysed by paranoia, believers are spiritually energised.

Believers in Christ arise, while you sleep demonic influences walk over your graves.

Take a stand for righteousness, spread the Truth, the cross is God’s power to save.

Break chains of darkness, don’t be deceived, if God is for you no one can be against you.

Reign with Christ, take your rightful places as salt and light, corruption fighters.