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Victory over the Grave

Flesh and blood cannot inherit,
Nor on your life from the merit;
Or on anything to compensate,
For passage through the golden gate.

Anything decayed cannot go,
To where milk and honey will flow;
As well as doing a good deed,
For someone that may be in need.

But I can tell you a mystery,
Without winning the lottery;
Because not all of us will die,
And can tell you the reason why.

Decaying is what sins allow,
This mortal body we have now;
As we grow starts to rot away,
Quicker while we go astray.

It will pass at the trumpet sound,
For the gravesites from all around;
You will see rising from the dead,
And coming back to life instead.

They will be living forever,
Dying again they will never;
A body that will not decay,
Or hair that will not turn to gray.

Copyright 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer

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