Death Misunderstood

{Published both in book and videocassette thanks to poetry.com}

He comes in the night to every child's fright
He comes in the day to every man's dismay
He comes all of the time
He never gives a mind.
He takes the young He takes the old,
within the searing heat
or the freezing cold.
We try to run we try to hide,
but he catches up while we're alive.
People fear him I don't know why
people see him and they cry,
but not I, but not I.
For I've seen his beauty
I've seen his grace,
within his arms
there's no disgrace,
eternal peace upon His face.

Richard D Jennen

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