Imperishable
Death:
No pain,
No more tears;
A room prepared,
A better country;
Away from the body
And abiding with the Lord;
Absent victory, absent sting,
The last enemy to be destroyed;
The harvest of imperishable seed.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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