Death.
The passing of a life.
A life so fragile and delicate.
Arriving at the Throne.
To hear the sweet words, "Well done, My good and faithful servant."
Is the dream of every child of the King.
Is the dream of every child of the King.
Life's work is over.
Leaving this earthly world.
Leaving it all behind.
The tears, the sadness, the pain.
Rejoicing.
And praising the King.
Left behind, the loved ones cry.
They mourn.
They grieve.
Swathed in black cloths.
Red rimmed eyes.
They stare at the body of their loved one, who has already entered the gates of paradise.
They grieve.
Swathed in black cloths.
Red rimmed eyes.
They stare at the body of their loved one, who has already entered the gates of paradise.
Their loss is searing.
Their hearts are forlorn.
Their hearts are forlorn.
But comforted they are by the Everlasting Arms.
The Everlasting Arms.
The Everlasting Arms.
So true, but oh, so sad! Sad for the loved ones that are left behind....happiness for them that know they will see them again in a better place.
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