If I died today, I’d want this played at my funeral - preferably, loud enough to wake the dead (figuratively speaking of course):
So weep not for me my friends,
When my time below does end,
For my life belongs to him,
Who will raise the dead again.
If I died today, I’d want this played at my funeral - preferably, loud enough to wake the dead (figuratively speaking of course):
So weep not for me my friends,
When my time below does end,
For my life belongs to him,
Who will raise the dead again.
by Ken Brown at 1:17 PM
Labels: All My Tears, God, hope, Jars of Clay, redemption
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