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Morning Brings the Sun
A body cold as stone
Organic flesh statue
All the warmth is gone
Your breath cannot catch you
Milky white filmy veil
Where once reflected light
Lively limbs now they fail
No soul seen in your eyes
The spirits skin is shed
Like a garment worn to rags
Sin-eater consumes the bread
And mourners wail so sad.
Look up ye people of sorrow!
Your loved one isn't there!
That's just the old flesh robe
While on earth we wear
The True self is in Spirit now
Ascended to the throne
And at the feet of God, doth bow
Your name He's always known
This body of blood and bone
To the dirt corruption returns
To dust wind gust has blown
Or to ashes in an urn
no matter for it's no longer needed
We go back to Spiritual form
Death has finally been defeated
So we need not mourn
Oh no please don't get me wrong
You'll miss your dear loved one
But take heart knowing it won't be long
For mourning brings the Son,
Yes, morning brings the sun.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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