All must go the way of the Earth, been heading there since our birth, why is death so uncomfortable?…
Because we get too comfortable this life dwelling, Flesh Blood and Bone is all we’re shown, passing over a journey unknown …
When on my deathbed as I close my eyes, Angels transport me to the other side, one on each arm as I enjoy the ride…
False deceptive dark clouds, yielding to light, then right there as I arrive, beholding Jesus’s eyes, a fiery site.
