(June 1st) a poem on death

THROUGH THE VEIL

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I KNOW THAT ONE DAY MY LIFE SURELY MUST CLOSE

AND MY HANDS WILL GROW WEAK, COLD AND PALE

BUT I WORRY NOT A MINUTE; I FEAR NOT TOMORROW

FOR I KNOW TRULY I’LL, GO THROUGH THE BRIGHT VEIL

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THOUGH FROM ME GO LOVED ONES, BIDDING LIFE HERE ADIEU

ALL LIFE IS A VAPOR, A GUST OF WIND’S GALE

BUT SORROW IS MUTED, AND FLEETING BECAUSE

I’LL SEE THEM AGAIN, WHEN I’VE PASSED THROUGH THE VEIL

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THE TROUBLE I FACE, TEMPTATION SO SORE

IT WEARS ON MY SOUL, AND MAKES MY HEART FRAIL

BUT SHORT LIVED TWILL BE, MY TRIALS I KNOW

THEY’LL ALL BE BEHIND ME, WHEN I PASS THROUGH THE VEIL

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DEATH IS A VEIL,

A COVERING DIVIDE

BETWEEN THIS LIFE AND THAT

FROM WHICH NO MAN CAN HIDE

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BUT FEAR NOT, GOD’S CHILDREN

THERE’S HOPE EVEN IN DEATH

YOU’LL LIVE ON IN GLORY

WHEN GONE IS YOUR LAST BREATH

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And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.

Revelation 14:13