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My Bed the Grave- -

'Grave!' said I, 'thing of deathbed' Oh, I'm remembering many critical, weighty burials Say you will not accept my spirit As my cold flesh body lies dormant Much I marveled the appalling graveyard That moment my soul grew enormous By the grave I saw the burials The catastrophic cemetery coffining Say you will not accept my spirit As my cold flesh body lies dormant Deep into that darkness sobering I awoke and flung the profound What could there be more purely close? And the burials never pressing 'Grave!' said I, 'thing of deathbed I refuse to lie here My true self is with God and Jesus
4/19/19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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