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Its A Possibility Death May Come For Me: Then Again It Might Not!

Praise the Lord, for I have been born again
Washed and made anew, to stand and not fall
Now this new life to pursue, forever
What has death over me, that I should fear
Did not life begin for me that moment
When God in Christ set me free from its grip
Be gone Death, and take with you all your shame

Praise the Lord, I died to this life but once
Washed and made anew, to stand and not fall
What has death over me, that I should fear
Living so close to the end of life's time
For God in Christ set me free from Death's grip
Its possible death may come or may not
Be gone Death, and take with you all your shame

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sparrowsong

Thank You Brother. I appreciate your direction Nate.

sparrowsong

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Nathenial Jones

Sparrow'...

...I appreciate you the more...thanks for viewing and sharing...Nj

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Nathenial Jones,

This is an excellent sonnet, my applause, my five stars

Praise the Lord, I died to this life but once
Washed and made anew, to stand and not fall
What has death over me, that I should fear
Living so close to the end of life's time

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nathenial Jones

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI'...

...by ones peers...has within it...its on fears...thanks for viewing then sharing...Nj

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