The Dead

poem by: Chris Newman
Written on May 04, 2018 

The dead do not speak
Neither do they know anything
Of our world
They are asleep
Awaiting the Day

 

Tags: Sad, Beat, Faith, Anger, Pain, Dark,

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Chris Newman commented on May 04, 2018 at 9:25am
In memory of my sister, Margaret Lee, who passed away three years ago this Autumn because of motor neurons disease.
Ellen early commented on Dec 07, 2018 at 7:32pm
I am sorry you lost your sister. I lost my dear brother recently. Yes, the dead are in a slumber that only Jesus can wake them from.

 

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