by: Shirley Satterfield

My name is written on a graven stone
In a lonely yard somewhere,
But I’m not about to go
Exactly right in there.

So I’ll be glad when doomsday dawns
And God burns up that mossy plot
With fire and wrath
And things to come
Of which we don’t know what.

Alls I know is that Christ the Lord
Died to save me from that grave And no longer will I serve sin
Or be death’s so willing slave.

0 0 votes
Article Rating
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments

Share the good news. Tell someone about us today. Follow us on Twitter.

Would love your thoughts, please comment.x