Sarcophagus
Your casket you build with love and care
With your faith, His grace and latch of gold.
You build it with no remorse to bear.
Your casket you build with love and care
Past heaven's portal no box you’ll wear
No fear of darkness or ground so cold.
Your casket you build with love and care
With your faith, His grace and latch of gold.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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