It's delight which flows without forsake
When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadow crossing, hence, to make
Upon heaven's door, I'll fall
To kiss the one, who is my all
To your side and bid me stay
With hailing glory, forever, I pray
Unto God's treasured gateway
© daniel miltz
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