Death Poem by Martin Greyford

Death

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Ooh death
Which has no cure
Which has no choice.

It takes the children,
It takes the young stars.
It also takes the oldies.
Whenever it strike its destruction.

My dear brothers and sisters
How can we escape death.

There is no other way out
But looking back on to the throne of mercy.
For Jesus said 'I am the only pillar of salvation.'

Thursday, May 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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