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Rest in the Arms of the SAvior.
You have not fallen down, put were lifted up,
You did not live in vain, but a hero, for Jesus's name.
Your last breaths were listened to by angles, who
prepared to take you home, in their loving arms.
To those who served, you did not live in vain, every drop of your blood in your veins, crys out
every day, from the heart beats of your love.
Rest now in peace, in God's Green Pastures, he Welcomed you home.
Those who stood up, for the truth, felt pain throughout for the lost,
the pain is gone now, is is gain, gained at the cross, the nativity
to the captivity of peace, for eternity without end.
Maybe no one knew your name, there is one, who remembers you, there is one
that sticketh closer than a brother, it is in his arms you were held, he heard your
heart praying, and understood what you were saying.
You are with him, your blood crys out for justice, though you rest they will not find rest, neither
the sound of it's
Peace.
"For there is no peace no rest unto the wicked sayeth the Lord."
WE should give honor to the living, those we love, God created life, it is a holy creation of his image,
and it's sanctity.
They should be remembered in death,
For life is not a dirt rag you tear up, rip up, and throw out in the trash.
It was made by a Holy God, it is engraved with his name, on all the body parts
each blood drop, is holy, for it carried the spirit, a holy creation, undefined
a depth, not understood.
To those who have no burial place
You do now, you were found, by the eyes of God's Love.
You gave your life to save another.
You are at home now.
Smiling.
You have not fallen down, put were lifted up,
You did not live in vain, but a hero, for Jesus's name.
Your last breaths were listened to by angles, who
prepared to take you home, in their loving arms.
To those who served, you did not live in vain, every drop of your blood in your veins, crys out
every day, from the heart beats of your love.
Rest now in peace, in God's Green Pastures, he Welcomed you home.
Those who stood up, for the truth, felt pain throughout for the lost,
the pain is gone now, is is gain, gained at the cross, the nativity
to the captivity of peace, for eternity without end.
Maybe no one knew your name, there is one, who remembers you, there is one
that sticketh closer than a brother, it is in his arms you were held, he heard your
heart praying, and understood what you were saying.
You are with him, your blood crys out for justice, though you rest they will not find rest, neither
the sound of it's
Peace.
"For there is no peace no rest unto the wicked sayeth the Lord."
WE should give honor to the living, those we love, God created life, it is a holy creation of his image,
and it's sanctity.
They should be remembered in death,
For life is not a dirt rag you tear up, rip up, and throw out in the trash.
It was made by a Holy God, it is engraved with his name, on all the body parts
each blood drop, is holy, for it carried the spirit, a holy creation, undefined
a depth, not understood.
To those who have no burial place
You do now, you were found, by the eyes of God's Love.
You gave your life to save another.
You are at home now.
Smiling.
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