Poetry, Rhyme, Weekly Post

Death (A Weekly Post)

The One Who made the realm of life
Did make as well the grave
He has dominion o’er His works
And He our souls can save

The hungry grave He’ll swallow up
The things He planned He’ll bring
O Grave, where is your victory
O Death, where is your sting

Corresponds to Deuteronomy 34:5

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Poetry, Rhyme

All I Want

I have heard about a city
Where the streets are paved with gold
And the gates are made of pearls
All this beauty I’ll behold

Where no eye shall e’er be tearful
And no voice shall e’er weep
Where the leaves are for our healing
And the River of Life runs deep

Oh, I long to be in heaven
Not because of all these things
I just long to see His splendor
And His presence never leave

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