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Apr 2016
The release of death
Is brought by our last breath
On that day we remember our deeds
There were times full of glee
but there were moments where we'd bleed
Unfortunately works mean nothing in death's eye
For in his sight, we are all destined to die
Little flower, while you're still here
Do not stand by as death draws near
For death knows no bounds
No warning, no sound
Indiscriminately he hounds
The good and the bad
The joyful and sad
The lady and her lad
Just thinking of the lives makes me mad
Seek redemption little flower
Our lives die by the hour
Death seeks us for our sins
For our sins we were pursued ever since
but Jesus died to pay our debt
He paid the price and made us His kin
On that day, Death was no longer feared again
The chains Death held were no longer kept
Little flower, seek the Son
In Him, the battle is won
When death comes knocking at your door
Do not be afraid little flower
Your spirit is no longer poor
In Jesus, you have power
To overcome the sin that has made your soul sour
In Him, we have everlasting rest
For all He wants for us is the best
Because He is God, Death does cower
In His grace and love do we shower
Once we accept Him and meet Him at His tower
We are free from death, and into the Heavens little flower.
Andre Christian Silva
Written by
Andre Christian Silva  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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