Dying Young

Every soul that dies too young, Will serve some greater purpose, When the Lord decides to come, He never mean's to hurt us... But free will has double edges, Sharpened on both sides, When he knows the path it alleges, Complicate's our stride... And if by chance there is a choice, But not one that we make, It's the innocent that will rejoice, With the ones he comes to take... Before the world can grab a hold, Of the innocence to be, Their savior come's to take their soul, Well away from you and me... Don't cry for ones who die too young, For they become the blessed, They will never need to earn their wings, From the sins that we confess... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com