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Bridged between too few an emotion,
Love tinkers on the edge of this stricken cliff,
Our beloved angel of life sits concealed in the background,
Holding our loved ones in the palm of His hand,
As time listens for the broken heart to fall...
What torture the deceased leave our souls!
Grasping at parched memories,
Quenched only by their loves presence,
Concealed in a masquerade of death,
The dearly departed can only watch,
Mourning fully creeps upon the benevolent hearts of mere mortals.
Could life turn a tide and bring rejoicing back to the fold?
Happiness must be instilled by the Hope of a future,
A gallant steed will ride to the forbearing precipice,
The knight of life has raised His sword to proclaim victory,
Among us death cannot last, given Faiths fate...
A preponderance of doubt blames the empty soul,
Filled with the glory of His spirit few will carry on.
Watching and waiting our Mighty King awaits our return,
His loving arms will bring peace to us all,
Binding promise to promise,
Steadfastly turning deaths darkness to the light of life,
As heavenly trumpets sound,
His glory will be pronounced in kind.
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