Still It Is
Lives come to an end,
Love fades away with years,
Still life is worth living.
Freedom dissipates further into dream,
No heart is without its undeserved scars,
Still life is worth living.
God lingers in the shadows of our impurity,
Heaven is the white leaf on a tree too tall to climb,
Still life is worth living.
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2010
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