Thursday, February 3, 2011

God's Hand
Death is not as as bad for those who leave
as it is for those who must stay and grieve.
When you are gone, remember this
You are the one entering bliss.
When God takes your hand
To leave this land
Your body becomes a grain of sand.
So as you grieve for he who's gone
Lie on the sand and sing him a song.

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