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Flesh and blood cannot inherit,
The thoughts and deeds of your merit;
That waits in the Kingdom of God,
If you do not honor and laud.
What decays cannot inherit,
Or be repaired by His Spirit;
Neither can you ever find peace,
When the wars seem to never cease.
As you look back through history,
You see there was a mystery;
For as we decay then we will die,
While we decay as we lie.
Not all of us will have to die,
As you will wonder how and why;
But we will all be modified,
Through the One that was crucified.
When you hear the last trumpet sound,
You will know some are Heaven bound;
No more toil and no more strife,
As the dead come back to life.
And you will be changed forever,
A new body will not sever;
The new body will not decay,
As you will see the light of day.
Death will be turned to victory,
Receiving joy not misery;
O death when will there be your sting,
So I will hear the angels sing.
Keep your faith as a foundation,
For firmly saving salvation;
Sin is what will give death its sting,
So your new body Christ will bring
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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