Fast Asleep
I know you cannot hear me
This discourse is my own
There are things I've left to say to you
For now they won't be known
For you, the sleeping deceased
You who died in faith so brave
God set a watch upon your grave
To guard you ‘till His day
These things I've left to say to you
I'll wear them on my heart
The Hope of Man is coming soon
And He will raise you where you are
You have never slept so soundly
Than in the peace that you now lie
You will not taste hell where Jesus fell
You're asleep; you did not die
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2018
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