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I Want To Die In My Own Bed

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All night the army came up from Gilgal
To get to the killing field, and that's all.
In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead.
I want to die in My own bed.
Like slits in a tank, their eyes were uncanny,
I'm always the few and they are the many.
I must answer. They can interrogate My head.
But I want to die in My own bed.

The sun stood still in Gibeon. Forever so, it's willing

to illuminate those waging battle and killing.
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Cantrell Dicky 08 March 2006

I am finding your poems to be so deep and moving I read the scriptures and see your heritage and connection Your work is very much from the heart

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