Death

wordseven7

Death the mirror of my past 
The reflection of my person
Would my imprint in history last
That’s the question?  

My life portrayed 
How would it be painted
What would be said
When I lay on my deathbed  

Life, time and death 
The closing of the eye is next
So my very breath 
I give it my best  

When they mention my name
After I am gone
Will you remember the way
I spoke about the begotten Son  

In love, grace, and peace

Forgivness towards my enemies 
As He forgave me
For we are all the same indeed   Death is not the end


It’s a beginning 
Into eternity entrance
My body stay but my spirit is taken to heaven Death is no more


The day will come 
When our spirit back into our body restored 
For the judgment of the things we have done  

I leave you with these words 


Happiness to the flesh is eternity worst 
Revive the spirit is fullest of purpose 
The men on the cross who shed His blood on this earth  

Wipes away all of our wrong
Reestablish a relationship with Him
That’s what He did
So we can spend eternity with our King

  • Author: wordseven7 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2017 13:56
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