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Mastering Death



  Death, an unknown, mysterious part of life.  Some fear the thought, some cringe at the name.   How do we get past the fear?  How do we get to know the unknown?  I have the simple answer.  Be brave, accept God.  Get acquainted with Jesus, have a relationship with Him.  Then, death will be just the beginning to something spectacular.   We are just crossing over into our eternal home, heaven.  We are racing like thoroughbreds on the racetrack of life.  Our prize, heaven. 

  Heaven, our home, awaiting all who want to enter.  Filled with Mansions and noble castles.  Roads made of yellow gold.  Walls encrusted with precious rubies, diamonds, and gems.  God, the king, the ruler of this world.  Thus, death is nothing to fear.  Approach your day of death with confidence.  Be victorious, conquer death with a smile.  Do not shiver, be courageous, for your guardian angel is with you.  When you have crossed the finish line, laugh with joy.  You have reached your goal.  Go lay in pastures of peace.  Chat with Jesus.  Take a stroll amongst disciples and saints.  Ride steeds amongst blue waterfalls.  Do whatever your heart desires.  You are now living in your eternal home.  For you have conquered death!


Mastering Death
      
Death, tell me how I master thee?


Nay-sayers babble and whine,
they say there is no truth in beyond
Simpletons and over-thinkers
analyze and fiddle with thoughts


I say, be a free-spirited
and "Kaleidoscope Child"
Believe in twilight and beyond
Believe in perfect paradise
and sunflower meadows


Death, tell me how I master thee?


Ask God to bestow on thee dignity
and humility
Dot your timeline with grace
and nobility
Search the cavern of "Soul"
and find everlasting eternity
Lock God in your fluttering "Heart Box"
Prepare, let loose the Peace Dove


Hymns whisper comfort
Golden Guardian appears


I surrender death,
I have mastered thee!


 

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