Death speaks to a beast and that beast knows There can be no argument and goes Quietly into the shadows when Called accepting its time has come then
Such pure inevitability As is not given to you and me
Death speaks to one of us and a fight Ensues and pursues death through the night Instead of giving our breath away Being rolled over then playing dead Breathe then the harder and vow to stay And fight all night chasing death away Of to be or not to be to choose Loving to be and hating to lose
I choose life but I also chose to accept Gods will. The scripture tells me it is appointed once for every man to die. Not to worry! This is a doorway to eternal life for those who believe in the Lord and follow his ways. Death has no hold unless we give it our permission.
God Bless,
Lew
Oh woe is the one who feels his only choice is to succumb to the beast...Oh woe is the one who dies surrendering to no choices...I will choose, "Life Instead" Thank you very much~
Great Write Steven~
Love and Peace~
kimmy~
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Regis
Great profound write Steve!
WArm HuGs, Sheee
God Bless,
Lew
Great write.
Chrissy
Gods Speed
Michael
Great Write Steven~
Love and Peace~
kimmy~