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At the end of this seed's
life,
When my coat has finally
fallen away,
Releasing the real me to
be
with the Lord for eternity,
I want to be found
silently reading God's Word,
opened fully to any such page,
Resting still
upon my dead man's knees.¹
1 Corinthians 15:58
¹there's nothing wrong with
me, I'm
not significantly any closer
to
death's door than I was
a moment
ago, at least as far as
I know...the
poem above is merely my
resolve for
when I finally do go |
