With My Life’s Last Breath

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  1. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    At the end when my number is called,
    I will hold my head high.
    Knowing for I God has done all,
    With that last breath I will not cry.

    I will sing praise with the angels,
    Knowing divinity is holding my hand.
    Life difficulties and all its shambles,
    Will have zero power as I return to the sand.

    This shell of frailty dissolves to dust,
    My soul becomes free and returns home.
    To the almighty father of the just,
    Residing next to the golden throne.

    In perpetual peace and everlasting tranquility,
    The grace of eternal bliss is now here.
    To be with my maker and universal divinity,
    Home at last in the saviors care.

    I will wait in timeless wonder,
    To meet again with my earthly loves.
    Being wrapped in the arms of the father,
    Seeing only the joy of above.

    With my life’s last breath,
    I will pass to glories side.
    Telling the serpent he lost his bet,
    Now into joys eternal shine.
     
  2. A.SoNiC.boY

    A.SoNiC.boY Well-Known Member

    Well put. :) I very much like the imagery you create. I'm glad you can find comfort in your faith. :hug:
     
  3. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    Thank you. I have since rewrote this one. here is the rewrite.

    With My Life's Final Breath

    At the end of life when my number’s called
    I will proudly hold my head up high.
    Realizing my God has created all
    and his grace has forgiven my lies.

    I’ll sing praise with God’s heavenly angels
    knowing my savior’s holding my hand.
    Life’s difficulties and all its shambles
    crumble away like a castle of sand.

    This shell of frailty dissolves to dust
    my soul becomes free and returns home.
    To the almighty father of the just
    residing next to his golden throne.

    With my life’s final breath I will not cry
    I’ll pass to heaven’s glorious side.
    Telling the serpent that he lost his fight
    as my soul passes to eternal shine.
    J.C.
     
  4. the masked depressant

    the masked depressant Well-Known Member

    i like that.. good peace of poetry:)
     
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