Reality
- michaelbray
- Feb 18, 2020
- 1 min read
January 2020 after the death of Matthew
We live, we die He lived, He died. He rose again. He spoke the truth, Said we will Like Him rise. And who is wise To shun those lies That tell us we are but Dust in the wind?
Remembering a nephew departed, we proclaim: He lives.
Comments