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Death Is Calling A heart encased in harden sod for so many years frozen emotions locked away a collection of hidden tears, now as death plays it's trumphet taps, the final call for a survivor of many battles this time He must fall An evening of vespers as the curtain begins to close and that finality in the heart like a dark cloud grows, But even though the man has waited till death beats as his door God still fills him with a blessing of life in heaven for evermore a feeling of love and peace wrap its arms around his soul now accepting his fate so many tears begin to flow. TEA BV 2000 |
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