To My Grave

To My Grave long poem

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Dark and sinister rain befalling us
I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones,
Catastrophic endless fountain of blood,
But faith refuses to panic at all…
I will go to my grave as a soldier of the Lord…
Yes I will go my grave fighting this war…
I will be fearless and brave, until He gives me wings and
I’ll fly away…
Yes I will go to my grave, praising His name forever more…
I will go to my grave as a soldier of the Lord.
And it won’t be long now, I know…
Jesus is coming, I can hear Gabrielle’s trumpet…
I can hear my body turning away from my soul,
I can see the angels waking those who have long slept,
I can hear the sound of Michael’s shield and sword…
Well, I fight like I’ve never fought before,
‘Cuz he gave me His heart, so I’ll give Him mine, for sure…
And I’ll go to my grave and as a soldier of the Lord…
Fearless and brave, I’ll go to my grave,
I’ll go to my grave, as a soldier of the Lord.

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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