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Death Comes

by Clinton Herring © 2022

The days do come and pass away,
That time must pass and never stay.
How much time my head did I lay?
Before I knew - the hairs turned gray.

The seasons come but never stay
No matter how I wish or pray,
No matter pain, dragons I slay,
For age cannot be kept at bay.

What started as the light of day
With fun and joy at children play,
But now seems dusk and far away,
It's I, this world, who cannot stay.

Death comes to all of human race.
A tapestry, such fragile lace,
Our life, a thread among the trace.
As death, we all, must soon embrace.

And castles built on timeless sand
Will sink and fall and never stand,
So look to God now, take His hand,
For then comes next His Promised land.

No one but Him our source of life.
The silver cord soon cut with knife.
False treasures gone and so is life
And never heard the song or fife.

Unless we know the one who saves.
Who crossed the crimson, deadly waves.
Who saves the soul of all us knaves,
And call us kin - no longer slaves.

Take life and not the devil's scam.
Yes, know the One, the great I AM!
God's Son, His slain, sacrificed lamb!
Join with song, God's heavenly jam.

Psalms 23:4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalm 91:1
Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

This poem was a finalist in the October 2023 poetry contest

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