SHE'S STILL DEAD TO ME BUT ALIVE IN OUR FATHER ARMS-
She laid there not disturbed in her stillness
The frame of her body she touched warm
She lie there physically asleep breathless
Her soul lives on hole in swaddled flown
She is stilled alive in the bosom of the Father
Forever present is instilled in the Father
She laid there not disturbed in her stillness
Unmovable unto me physically sleep breathless
Truest self alive with the Father INSTANTANEOUS
12/10/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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