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I'd be interested in finding out if there is a light you walk into, and if you do meet people from your life and walk hand in hand with Jesus. I would hate for my death to be tragic: I'd like to be old when it happens. But hopefully a young death is unlikely.

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That's Death

There are bodies laying on the floor
Blood seeping from the room
Covering their wounds
But that’s death

A sound of consequence
Echoing through existence
Finding a deaf ear
But that’s death

People walk away to their lives
Leaving those behind
Forgetting us
But that’s death

We walk the crowded streets
Looking for our salvation
Never getting redemption
But that’s death

A sad existence of life
Once lived vibrantly
Forgotten the same
But that’s death

Twenty-Seven years lived strong
Fighting for what is right
Dying for what is true
But that’s death

poem by C.R. Ebowski
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Come Away

(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land

song performed by by April Wine
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Christmas Is Almost Here

(Livingston Taylor)
There's a hand that's old and rough
And it's holding on
To one that's new and small
Whose life has just begun
Hand in hand
Young and old
Calm each others fears
Christmas is almost here
There's a rocky road ahead
Two people walk alone
Wondering in the fading light
If they can find their home
When hope is almost gone
A distant light appears
Christmas is almost here
Almost here for those in doubt
For those who must remain
Left behind when love goes cold
And shifting life makes change
Almost here for dreamers
Who think that there's a chance
That they will find their music
And a partner for the dance
There's a dream that doesn't die
Now we walk as one
Justice has a gentle hand
And love is like the sun
The darkest night is past
And by the stars we steer
Christmas is almost here
Christmas is almost here

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Among Death

We walk among death
As death walks among us

Silence between us
Life within us

Death shows no fear
Yet we fear for our lives

We walk together
Through memories into the future

And we shall forever walk with death
On a path to immortality

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Eyes Of Death

I have stared into the eyes of death with my own
It is hard to see death eye to eye, face to face
Many times death leaves a cold darkness
Other times death leaves a bright light

There are many who may welcome death
They are ready to meet their maker face to face
Others attempt death by their own hand
For whatever reason I can see the torment in their eyes

I have stared into the eyes od death only to see darkness
It has been my own death that I have seen
Many times by my own hand
Others by the hand of others I have seen my death in their eyes

Whatever death is my fate let me face it
Eye to eye as I have seen others no regrets
Even though I would be dead
Let others see that I have made peace with my maker and others

poem by Robin Conley
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It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'

The Reign of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Walk With Me

Walk with me through darkness
Every day and every night
Walk me through the darkness
Walk me until I reach the light
We all stumble on life's journeys
We all need a helping hand from time to time we all wonder how we fit in your
plan
Walk me through the darkness
hold my hand when I am lost
Carry me when the road gets rough
pick me up each time I fall
Let your prescence be her with me
every day and every nightwalk with me throught he darkness
walk with me until i reach trhe light
When I am in my darkest hour and feel like givin up
Take this weight from off my shoulder fill my heart with your love
Walk me through the darkness
Wlak with me till I reach the light

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Inaguration

i feel like this is the most important moment in my young life
though watching through a television screen; i see a man, so humble
let's us know that martin king was our jesus, crucified; and partioned our way so that we may have a great man lead us
so gracious and beautiful a man, that tears trmble down my cheek
barak obama, our leader, must walk hand in hand with our jesus

poem by Alysha Renee'
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Psalm 9

He does not forget the cry of the humble
Have mercy on me oh Lord I pray
He gives grace to the meek, and makes the evil man stumble
And gives light for His child to walk in the day

The Lord is a refuge for all those oppressed
He is my strong high tower
He forgave all my sins when I confessed
That I may walk with Him in power

I will praise you oh Lord with all of my heart
I shall praise your name most high
We shall walk hand in hand and never apart
Until the very day that I die

And then for all eternity I'll be
Forever with the one I adore
And from sin and death, eternally free
To love you more and more

poem by Frank McEleny
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Always Walk In The Rain With Me

Always walk in the rain with me,
Hold my hand tight so I don’t fall,
I’m so scared of slipping away,

Always walk in the rain with me.
Dance with me held close,
So I can see another days light,

Always walk in the rain with me,
For the drops are becoming heavy,
And the storm is becoming enraged,

Always walk in the rain with me,
Shield me from the man in black,
Don’t let his winds take me away,

Always walk in the rain with me,
Help me see my way,
Need my list fulfilled for time is at hand,

Always walk in the rain with me,
Stay with me for eternity,
Help me dance my way clear,

Always walk in the rain with me,
Promise to love me forever,
Guide me to my rainbow now,

Always walk in the rain with me,
Tell me your heart n soul are mine,

Always walk in the rain with me

poem by Debbie Nicholson
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Walk Tall

The simple minded
And the uninformed
Can be easily led astray
And those that cannot connect the dots
Hey look the other way
People believe what they want to believe
When it makes no sense at all
And i wish you along the sideline
had the strength to walk tall
Walk tall
Yeah walk on
Through this world
Walk tall
Somewhere out in the distance
Is the death of you and me
Even though we dont think of it much
Its still out there for us to see
If you treat life like a bar room fight
Youll die stinking of gin
No drunkards are allowed in heaven
No sinners will get in
Walk tall
Yeah, walk on
Walk tall
Through this world
Walk tall
So be careful in what you believe in
Theres plenty to get you confused
And in this land called paradise
You must walk in many mens shoes
Bigotry and hatred are enemies to us all
Grace, mercy and forgiveness
Will help a man walk tall
So walk tall
Yeah, walk on
Walk tall
Through this world
Through this world
Yeah, walk tall
Then walk on
Walk tall
Then walk on
Through this world
Through this world
Through this world
Through this world
Walk tall
Walk tall
Then walk on
Walk tall

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Path Of Mirrors

They walk so close to you, yet so far away
Their eyes are lost, their faces fixed like stone
They walk behind the mirrors and here they shall stay
You walk with other souls liveng, breathing, yet for them they are alone

You walk through the hall way down the path of glass
You watch as they walk on into eternity, into the dark
They walk there behind the glass,
People around you going through leaving their mark.

They walk past your reflection as if you never saw
They walk through time as if time weren’t there
They know you would never aproach them
They know you would never dare.

They walk through the glass and look straight ahead,
They know nothing lies ahead, yet they know they can not turn back,
So they walk into nothing instead,
Passing you so all you see is their back.

You pause infront of the glass looking looking past,
You know that you shall not join them you know it is not your fate
You think about the footsteps you take, wondering which shall be your last,
You walk on again only thinking of their fate

Their faces emotionless the souls so cold,
You think of how you own skin feels, so warm,
You watch as the move like action figures made from a mold,
All the same, all waiting out the storm

The storm of life, the storm of death,
You walk along side them as they walk past everyone,
They watch ahead never turning, never looking above,
They turn to noone.

You walk along beside them as they take no notice to lifes dance,
They only walk past, walk through the mirrors of fate,
Kepping one great stance,
You watch people finding their fate.

Their faces so still, alone in the world, without hope
You watch them walk on, you watch them pass
You see their unmoving faces, as they walk up the endless slope
They walk along, behind the glass.

You turn to watch as their souls move on,
You reach out your hand to touch the glass,
Only to feel the glass is gone,
You watch as your hand passes through the glass.

As you hand melts through one by one the spirits turn,
One takes your hand and pulls your arm through,
More spirits feel your presence and more turn,
They watch as you melt through.

You watch your world leave as you leave it,
You have found you fate and not you are here along with them,
They walk on as you pull your body through, leaving behind the sweater of life you knit,
You have come and joined them.

You look back at the mirror to look at your face,
And you see your eyes becoming lost,
As you enter their race,
The race that shall never end, the race through eternity, for now you are lost

You skin feels so cold you face feels so hard,
You walk with them, as one
As you emotions turn hard,
In true time you are done.

You walk with them, walk alone
They walk so close to you, yet so far away
As everything becomes an endless drone,
For now you are here to stay.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Fear Of GODS Unknown

Why do we fear death? When it's the only guarantee in life!
Why do new fear death? When it takes you from your struggles and strife.
CHRIST went thru pains that we can never relate to
Knowing that he was going to be nailed to the cross!
What would you do!

Feeling those nails being driven thru your hands and feet
And knowing soon your father you would meet.
Just a little cut and we feel the pain in our heart
Imagine the nails tearing your flesh apart.

In this material world we feel many aches and pains
And many different emotions
But in GODS world there is only love and devotion.

So why do we fear to go where we have never thread before
When we don't know what's on the other shore.
Do we prefer to walk in darkness stumbling along the way
Or would we prefer to see the light that leads us to the day.

Death is just a door that you walk thru to get to the other side
Where you will see all of GODS beauties
On that you can rely.

So let ST. PETER take your hand and lead you thru that gate
Before the devil realizes - he got there much too late.

poem by Louis Rams
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Through death I walk

Im about to walk through death
Through another door of life.
A diffent lane to walk.

My death is kind of by choice.
As another day of pain
I refuse to live.

Pills down my throat
Arms slashed to shreds.
Im walking the walk of death

Amy Kerswell

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Death - The Gift of Life

There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life

We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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Up there....

Life and I

we were holding
hands together

we were having fun
and playing under the sun

people think that i
like to have more years
with life,

but i understand it more
on a shorter scale

and life offers her hand
so we can walk some more

stroll and roll and
play the ball

but i told Life,
i have had enough of you

and you are making me hostage
here, in this place not meant for me,

and so i refused Life
and embraced what beautiful truths that

Death has yet unspoken to me

Death and I,

There is no worry,
Let them bury,

Happy is it to die,
Bluish sky.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bow Before My Death

I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
He takes my hand,
And holds me close,
Death embraces me,
He says the time has come,
Beginning now meets end,
He says the fires taken me,
And now it's time to walk,
Walk the path of fates sweet song.

I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
The fires stripped me of my sins,
Humility my pride,
Now death guides me through the dark,
And speaks to me kind words,
'The pain has stopped,
It won't come back,
Your senses now are cleansed,
The soul has been washed clean',
He says the end is pleasure.

I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
Death's a man clothed in blue jeans,
A white shirt stained with blood,
Death holds a knife,
Death slits my throat,
Death is the end of my beginning.

I lie beneath the flame this night.

I bow before my death.

poem by Holly Heron
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I Hate My Life

I hate my life,
I just wanna die,
I wanna feel the pain of death,
And i just wanna burn in hell.

I hate my life,
I just wanna kill myself,
I wanna meet the devil itself.

I hate my life,
I hate all the fuken days,
I hate the fact of being alive,
All I wanna do is cut my veins.

I hate my life,
I need my friend the knife.

I hate you for being so far,
I hate you for being a cute star,
I hate you, but I need you so bad.

I hate my life,
And I still wanna die.

poem by Jesus Miraba
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Here Comes The Supernatural Anaesthetist

Exhausted by all this conjecture, our hero gets the chance in a lifetime to meet his hero: death. death is wearing a light disguise, he made the outfit himself. he calls it the supernatura
Esthetist. death likes meeting people and wants to travel. death approaches rael with his special cannister, releases a puff, and appears to walk away content into the wall.
Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist.
If he wants you to snuff it,
All he has to do is puff it
- hes such a fine dancer.

song performed by by Genesis
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

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