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Jacob Irvin Poem
White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.
As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.
My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.
Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.
No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!
Copyright © Jacob Irvin | Year Posted 2009
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Jacob Irvin Poem
Why don’t you tell,
How God sent His love,
How a happier trail,
Was sent from above.
Give God the Glory,
For what you should do,
Tell people your story,
Of how He saved you.
That Mansion so bright,
Is made for a few,
For someone of light,
Is that someone you?
If Jesus has saved,
That lost soul of yours,
Then He has engraved,
A heart full of doors.
I hope you will open,
Your heart's door to God,
While others are moping,
In this world abroad.
Copyright © Jacob Irvin | Year Posted 2009
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