For death begins with life's first breath And life begins at touch of death.
For death begins with life's first breath And life begins at touch of death.
To every man there openeth A way, and ways, and a way. And the high soul climbs the high way, And the low soul gropes the low And in between, on the misty flats, The rest drift to and fro. But to every man there openeth A high way and a low, And every man decideth. The way his soul shall go.
Not for one single day Can I discern my way, But this I surely know Who gives the day Will show the way, So I securely go.
Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives to give, and give, and give.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories