THE SEASONS OF THE SOIL IS THE HUMAN SOUL
There are many grapes on life's vine
Lifestyles are different; and yet,
We all have common ground.
We are all born to die,
For we perish day by day.
As we move into our golden years,
Our strength diminishes,
The shadows of death grow near.
They hover over us, casting anxiety.
We fear losing control of our lives.
When we take our final steps,
Through the doorway of death,
When we say our final goodbye's...
As we lay aside our earthly crown,
May God receive our souls
In His heavenly paradise.
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