Go Harpazo
My Soul, in need of a snatching
She came after me, running
To every excuse, a counter reason
To every trial of escape, a seizing
Escape? More of falling deeper
Deeper into the uncertainty that births eternal punishment
Where lost souls face an unending predicament
She took hold of me
That believing lady
She was out to compel me
That Christian maiden
“There’s a place prepared for you”, said she, “a place prepared by the King”.
Stained crimson red,
Burned black coal,
Yet, washed white snow!
My judgement, changed
My death sentence, waived
My soul, saved
The soul snatcher
Who never ended her quest to HARPAZO
Snatched to snatch
That was the plan
Saved to seek and to save
That was the hatch
Many wasting away
Several to the fall
Down to the flames
Thick and fiery
From thence you must snatch
That is a must!
So tell me…
How many to your credit?
Engage me
How many since your merit
Of the Savior’s washing
Go Harpazo
Fulfill your call to duty
Go asnatching
Wear your honorary title of sainthood.
inspired by Rev. Ellis Cofie
