Life Sought in Death
How shall it be that at His death
His breath
Sings a solemn anthem on repeat
So sweet,
As if He is not met with strife
In life.
The truth lies not in nailing knife,
He knows no desperation.
His death is our salvation;
His breath so sweet in life.
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