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Post by maruf on Jul 6, 2004 2:20:21 GMT -5
Death, the doorway is ever near
by Velma Cook
Death is something we all fear but it is surely a reality. When and how it comes, we never know.
Here I am at last I knew this day would come My new home for a time 'til the trumpet shall blow and once again I stand upon an earth renewed
Dark and still I wait Time has gone Asking my lord for refuge As I did in days gone by
The call will go on Long after I've gone What did I leave behind? Was I a carrier of light or a player of dreams?
Whose feet walk above me now? Where do they go? From whence do they come? Do they carry on the work Or waste themselves in illusions? Death, the doorway is ever near
Do they not think of the day? They shall be like me Locked in a tomb Awaiting life The life that never ends?
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