This life we've been given is but a mere reflection of what was originally ours
It was so different for all, before the fall
Guess, "you shall not surely die"was such a lie after all
For look where we are, expressions of flowers
As the wind we can't see it, touch it
We can see its effects, know its presence, for we are affected by it, touched by it
So is death, we can't see it, touch it
We can see its effects, know its presence, for we are affected by it
Oh wretched of men who shall deliver us from this body of our death
From our birth we've been dying, not even trying
Snatched away; some at midnight, morn, others at noon
Some taken after awhile, others way too soon
This enemy that stalks us, touches us, torments us, will be destroyed at the end my friend
Death was never meant to be, for you, for me
Be faithful my friend to the very end
To the very end be faithful, my friend
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.