Before Death 

Before death comes,

with her icy grip,

to take me across,

the dark river,

to the misty shore.

I walk the path,

between the worlds,

of grace and blessing,

where faith beckons,

to live unafraid.

To shine the light, 

across the shadows,

spreading seeds,

on fertile soil,

where hope grows.

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