After Colors Death-Life
It has risen with the soul
Heading off to glory,
Spirited up to Jesus, God and the angels
If in physical death the flesh leaves our bones
Only white is left
All I want to know is where is the breath
After death
As our bodies disintegrate
Bones rot and decay reverting back to dirt/clay
Yet our True self is on its may in a twinkling of an eye
Instantaneously we fly
Our souls, our true self to heavens high
After colors
All that’s left is brilliants whites of God and Jesus Christ
3/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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