I Am Not the Walking Dead

I am a sinful man
I am the walking dead
Saved only by grace
This is all I have
And no it's not a dream
10 to 50 trillion cells 
Are always 
Created and destroyed in my body
My spirit, soul and mind can hardly
Keep up, stay up, be strong--though
I am a sinful man
I am the walking dead
My skin breaks down
My bones are less dense
My hairs falling out
I am frigid
About 300 million cells die every minute in my body
Muscles turn to fat
Guess I'm no longer a hoty
Ooh! we
How I feel is how I felt
How I felt it is surreal
Broken down bodies never getting heal
Close my eyes open them up
Living physically not spiritual enough 
I am a sinful man
I am the walking dead
As my body rots away
A fleshy sinners plead
Hope my thought and mind process
Allows my spirit to fly away
For I want to be with God and Jesus
My soul yearns to stay
In heaven forever with Jesus
Glory Hallelujah
For I shall spent eternity with them....
Father and Son forever in heaven
As a living spirit, a living soul
So I'm here to let you know
Are you listening to this I said......
 I'm alive and well, I am not the walking dead


10/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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