Death - Poem by Vonda Overlie
Death, you came too soon...
Unaware of your arrival, you came and stole my sister from me.
The day seemed long... I recognizd the call...
I heard him beckon me to go.
As I traveled, my stomanch in knots
The perfect prelude played on the radio.
Death, you made your entrance once again
Leaving behind grief and sorrow...
One day, You will be swallowed up.
It is written 'Where Is your victory, where is your sting'
Death, you now have the floor... but with my Savior we will reign forever more!
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