| Dear Death |
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That title is a paradox. How dare I say it's dear? Can we imagine it could be Not of such to fear? This life, we have, is temporal. So, we long for what will stay. But, only eternity is permanent; Of never ending day. And, the only way to endless life Is to enter in death's door. As, it's the only entrance Into all that is more sure. But, if we live this life we're given, Always gripped by fear, Then we can't live it to the full With worry ever near. Only those ready to die Are truly living free, To face whatever comes. God says all that will be. Imagine never fearing death Or enduring grief or pain, Being with loved ones forever So can dying be for gain. How to find such confidence, To know immortality is real, For when a dear one is gone What grieving do we feel. But, God gives His declaration Of all that is to come. The Holy Spirit assures our hearts We're alive forever, in the Son. I know no chains. I am set free. My dear death, alone, still holds the key To spirit me away So forever I will see. |
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