Death
Many are already gone:
I recall the face and the gestures of each one
Some I loved for they were my blood
Others I met along the way:
Neighbors, friends, acquaintances old and new.
And they are gone.
They have closed their eyes, said farewell to dreams and nightmares
To the flesh, to their pain, disappointments and plans.
They are gone.
One day I too will be gone
I and my loved ones.
And though so little I know about death and what it holds
My faith makes me believe
That I will not need to fear
When my final breath I take:
Jesus my lord to heaven will carry me on.
Streets of gold, Crystal Sea
A celestial mansion he is keeping for me
A day of glory reserved for the end of my story,
only be the beginning of a eternal journey…
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