(Jimmy P. Brown II) The fleeting hours of mourning come But soon pass away The thought of laying 'neath a slab Seems an unenticing gray Life as it is, life as it was The difference in dark and light The only way to truly live is to Let my flesh die? Romans 6 tells me I'm a slave A slave of righteousness My carnal mind tells me From sin there will be no rest Because of sacrificial rights I now stand not condemned Once a slave to mortality I now reckon myself dead? I've reckoned myself dead I've been entombed? Knowing this, that our old man Was crucified with him That the body of sin might be done away with We should no longer be enslaved to sin We are not to live as the damned?
Deliverance Entombed