When the picture turns dull
And the light turns dark,
The underworld laughs.
One thing the underworld forget is,
In the midst of their laughter
The laughter doesn't see the end.
Because the light is stronger than dark.
In the white fields the angels sing
And a song of halleluyah fills
Because the light of God shines
And every knee bow in praise.
Up in the heavens the angels sing
And the throne of God greatness lingers.
With every tongue and every mouth,
Confessing and hailing his name on.
Tears dry and the face brightens
With a glowing tone of skin showing
Bringing back the life of a lifeless face.
A white light engraves my body,
And a sword swing to close the gates,
Like the Garden of Eden to save my soul,
As the donkey refused to move ahead,
With an angel of God standing ahead,
To this my life I know am safe
With God protection all over me.
With the white fields the vision shows,
Of a land that God dwells among us
In harmony peace and love.
The people like angels dance in praise,
Like the angels dance and sing in heaven,
Bringing an end to the underworld laughter,
Because the light will always prevail.
Copyright © BERNARD WACHIRA