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Robert E. Welch, Sr.
June 25, 2023
Walking down a strange new road,
My easy gait has slowed.
What I see is a darkened cave;
Could it be an opened grave?
I stand there, I look to see
Into a darkness unknown to me.
What lies ahead I cannot tell
Is it Heaven, or is it Hell?
I call out and await to hear
All while shaking with fear.
“Is someone there, are you hurt?”
“Are you buried beneath the dirt”?
Then came Jesus in a pure white sheet
With a voice so soft and sweet.
“Fear not, my child” he softly said,
“For I have risen from the dead.”
“Oh, Jesus, I knew you not until today,
But now I will kneel and pray.”
“I’ll take your hand and walk with you
And always will be true.”
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