After death the wicked cease to be troublesome
And all who are faithful have Heaven to rest.
Those who apply their heart to seek God's wisdom
Are lovingly remembered by all they have blessed.
The joy of life is like a fading flower
The wrath of death is to shrivel and decay.
Committing our spirits to either right or wrong
Simply by how we choose to live night or day.
God's Autumn is man's lifetime bell
A time of peace when all is well.
Another day has come and gone
Not to return until the dawn.
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