Lament Of Joy
Writer Author Tim Johnson
- Fiction No
The mortal is bound but so long to existence,
till there comes a time that time overtakes health.
Then the soul in its nurture, shall know uncountable future,
moth and rust shall take money, but not spiritual wealth.
Yes, they found their Eternal for which they’d been hopin’,
as in their pine box they’re sweetly reposed.
But now they’ve passed through Heaven’s gates they found open,
for our lives to go on, those gates must swing closed.
Oh, there’ll be reunion at some point up yonder,
in Elysian fields, glory way ‘yond belief.
Together with Jesus, we’ll all no more wander.
So, why give what’s left of this life off to grief?
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