From sickbed to deathbed, Claude Ely’s “Ain’t No Grave Can Hold My Body Down” remains an empowering spiritual anthem, healing balm for life’s toughest battles
Thank you for your kind words, for it was your words and writing that told a story which inspired those words to flow forth from this aged human with an old soul.
“Disease is no match in battle when it meets an adversary with an indomitable spirit. And that’s exactly what Ely had.”
A spirit to emulate.
Exactly! I spirit like that is a noble goal worth undertaking.
Though I should die
I will rise again
At the trumpeter call.
Though in a grave
I will rise again
On the angel wings.
Death will not defeat me
For I will rise again
To stand beside His throne.
Ain't No Grave Going To Hold My Body Down
Such beautiful, empowering words! I love this! 👏
Thank you for your kind words, for it was your words and writing that told a story which inspired those words to flow forth from this aged human with an old soul.
You have a wise, beautiful soul, Darrell!
The rose upon my cheeks
It's not shame
But the flush of gratitude
From endeared words
Of praise
Thought undeserved.
I thank you.
Your style reminds me of the great Romantic poets!