There will be a time
When I must die
Underneath the earth
I must lie
There will be a time
When I will rise
From beneath the earth
On the day of cries
All my bones remade
Covered with flesh and skin
From the tips of my fingers
To the curve of my chin
And the eternal life will begin
I will be born again
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Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016
PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
