Their Remains Are There But Their Truestself With the Lord-
Spend five hours on Resurrection Sunday
At the cemetery
Left at Twilight Visited my loved one who are not there
Their remains are there but their true self with the Lord
But yet they were laid to rest at sunset
For an instant they were taken and placed in the Father's arms
Leaving us here alive and only crying some
Whoa!!! to those who forget their memory for even the trees Replenishes their leaves
But one day, one day again we will see
See them in Heaven's Glory
Holy-Wholly this is mine Resurrection story
Thanks B to God
For those whom we love
But now there are incased in the Father's arms
We miss you so
We're sad to let you go
But you're in a better place
For to be birth is to cry and to die in Him is to Rejoice
Forever more as I leave this place
This is not your space
Only your remains are there beneath the ground
I praise the heavens
I Praise My Father God
For all that He's done for it is in glory
Each and every one of you lives on
Oh and I don't know if you can hear I love each and Everyone of you
Hallelujah
And may the peace in my heart be still
To God be the glory
BLESSED GOOD NEW DAY IN JESUS Resurrection story
Dedicated to
Joseph Lee Sr
Velton Brown Sr
Lorenzo Gunther Sr
Annie Bell Lee
Carmen Lee Brown Lee
4/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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