Dying Slowly

If I’d been the thief on the cross
Dying next to Jesus last Friday
Today I’d be in His paradise
Instead of hanging here still
Dying a little each day

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Decided to share this melancholy poem as a postcard to the other side for De’s dVerse Poets Pub prompt today. Instead of a “wish you were here” it’s kind of a “wish I was there” postcard.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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