Beyond the End
There comes a time in one's life,
when death will take it's toll.
Our flesh will take one last breath,
and that leaves God with our soul.
It's like a brilliant shining star.
That makes us who we really are.
Imagine for a moment, standing face to face,
with our Lord and Savior, in his glory and his grace.
As you look around, suddenly you see, your Mother,
Father and a Son, who had also been set free.
You see my friend, it's not the end.
Through the Father and the Son,
restoration and salvation, have truly just begun.
It's after death from the flesh, that we start to live,
and receive from the Lord, all he has to give.
Copyright © Wayne Underwood | Year Posted 2017
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