This My Truest Self-
This life seems boring;
Yet, yes we keep going;
Living on borrowed air and time;
Dying daily one cell at a time;
And when recalls His breathe;
There'll just be bones and dry dust;
My true, my truest self;
Shall rise above on high;
My truest self shall be with the Lord Our God;
In heaven:
10/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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