Death, Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor
April 21, 2025
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Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor
And everything, O Lord, beginsin gardens in their olive peacewhere earthen vessels, suff’ring cups,pour out their blood and sweat and tearsfor what can any vessel
And everything is upside down,like faces mirrored in a bowl:an earthen vessel, roughly formed,that’s full of water while the onewho once was robed, incomp’rable,in light
So what is one man’s life, Oh Lord,But thirty simple silver coins:An honest shepherd’s promised wage,To one who cannot see the worth,Incomp’rable, of one who’s
Forgiveness, Lord’s a morsel dippedin wine and handed, sopping, tohe who betrays you, who can’t seethe gift of you that’s placed in handsthat many times
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