Crossing Over

January 31, 2015 November 19, 2017
Crossing Over short poem

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Someday I’m crossing over, over to the other side,
I’m going home with Jesus, there with him abide.

Until my life is over, from life I’ve passed away,
Jesus will be waiting, to take me home to stay.

My spirit shall rise to meet him, meet him in sky,
I’ll be home with Jesus, in the twinkle of an eye.

When my life is through, shed not a tear for me,
I’m not dead, Just moved back home, to live in luxury .

So Rejoice and throw a party, I made it to the other side,
I didn’t pass away, I passed on over, In my Father’s house to abide.

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I'm a very private person who spends a lot of time alone. I meditate on answers to a lot of life's trials and tribulations in life. I am a libra and I believe in true honest justice that balances out equally! I write poetry to help myself and others to see both sides of the coin at the same time- I have wrote poetry since I was 13-been writing almost 39 years now and just started putting it out for others about 2 months ago-
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