Dying Breath Before His Death
one last dying breath
God is source of all our faith
helped when we death
now free and once slaves
while we watched wonderful wave
glad that Jesus saves
first thing when we rise
after shower body dries
Jesus for us dies
who we love so true
when we had heard him meow
was our cat we know
what we do suppose
he had been born with big nose
always grows and grows
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2022
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