Simple
Simple
Death is complicated
life is simple
it's grape jelly on an english muffin
for those who like the taste
it's a slimey fish
that quickly slipped away
it's learning a second chord
I believe mine was in the key of A
the smell of an open fire
on a cool late autum day
it's the blue sky with a cloud
passing summer shade
and the earth her lawyers and the evidence
will surley fade away
but the truth of the Lord will endure
and will be told by those with faith
to those who live far far away
for his glory shall never end
and life will make another place
through out all eternity
to every galaxie in space
and those who rise against him
will disapear
burned up and counted amungst the waste
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2010
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