For the Most Part

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The most "fri-ti-ning"
Part of dieing is knowing
That Thou hath' lived
And need-eth' not live
Any more...
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The most "fri-ti-ning" part
Of Living...
Is thinking that you have
Lived much too long,
And that now,
You are sitting at "Deaths' Door"
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That death is coming soon
Same as He has before
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But, when Death doth'
Come...
And Konck's at the deemed'
Doth' Door.....
As your mouth hit the floor
Their is no need to
Leave the room...any-more
Just be ready...
And pick you mouth 
Back off the floor.....
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For Christ has already 
Shed the Blood for you
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Fore He is Jesus
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It dose not matter
To what, You may assume
Fore He will be there soon..
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Know that Jesus will
Fill the room....
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And their will be plenty
Of Light...
For Restoration is never
          Too soon!
Fore this is not your Plight... 

               GF
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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