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I've delayed writing this for some time .. but I feel lead by God .. now is the right time
It is about life not death as there is no death in Christ ..
So for Him , I write ..
My thoughts about death
Are really quite different
see death waits
When we don't wait for it
I use to be fearful
I didn't want to think
I use to ignore it
But back then , Death had control of me .
See Jesus lives inside us
We live in Him
The flesh then becomes a living sacrifice
The Holy Spirits meat ,
we begin to give .
Like a host I've become
To Him a living sacrifice
What better gift to give
Than for your brother,
To lay down your life?
He is in me and I am in Him
so death to me
Has become like a friend.
I stop and I think
Try to relate to Gods end
Have I been like a stubborn child out late
not wanting to come in ?
Jesus ,lord and master
He lives in my soul
His fathers mighty hands
who's waiting to Hold
Like a father who waits
For his child to be delivered
I think and I ponder
See His hands between white curtains
A curtain so pure
A curtain so clean
the labors been done
He waits joyfully to see
Separating from this world
It's like sloughing off skin
as labor meets it's death
and a real life begins.
So death to me
is like a friend in wait
Who coaches your breathing
Who closes the gate..
between heaven and earth
A white curtain revealed
From a land of being lost
To Gods kingdom
A womb becomes sealed
It is about life not death as there is no death in Christ ..
So for Him , I write ..
My thoughts about death
Are really quite different
see death waits
When we don't wait for it
I use to be fearful
I didn't want to think
I use to ignore it
But back then , Death had control of me .
See Jesus lives inside us
We live in Him
The flesh then becomes a living sacrifice
The Holy Spirits meat ,
we begin to give .
Like a host I've become
To Him a living sacrifice
What better gift to give
Than for your brother,
To lay down your life?
He is in me and I am in Him
so death to me
Has become like a friend.
I stop and I think
Try to relate to Gods end
Have I been like a stubborn child out late
not wanting to come in ?
Jesus ,lord and master
He lives in my soul
His fathers mighty hands
who's waiting to Hold
Like a father who waits
For his child to be delivered
I think and I ponder
See His hands between white curtains
A curtain so pure
A curtain so clean
the labors been done
He waits joyfully to see
Separating from this world
It's like sloughing off skin
as labor meets it's death
and a real life begins.
So death to me
is like a friend in wait
Who coaches your breathing
Who closes the gate..
between heaven and earth
A white curtain revealed
From a land of being lost
To Gods kingdom
A womb becomes sealed