I now enter the place of the dead
In the prime of my life
Never again will I see the Lord God
I will be robbed of my normal years
Never again will I see my friends
While in the land of the living
My life is blown away
With those who live in this world
It has been cut short
Like a shepherd's tent in a storm
A weaver cuts cloth from a loom
My life is over
I was torn apart from the lions
While I waited all night
I moaned like a dove
And chattered like a swallow on a crane
I am in trouble
I am tired of looking to heaven for help
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The Last Book
SpiritualWe see and do things every day that we should not do. Not thinking of who we might be hurting . We also hurt ourselves. In the heat of the moment we do not care. We only want what we want. Not caring if it is right for us or not. The last book...
