EasterSakesAlive

EasterSakesAlive

Iff eye should die before the summer has decayed, and perhaps the LORD my soul to Heaven He will take, then meet mee there when HE opens up them graves and WE go flying in the AIR like Huge intakes like JETS without no Engines whine no need then of a cabins closed embrace no enclosure surrounds our carapace outside but together holding hands we Love and fly away for Jesus Sakes alive, enroute to Heaven when we die.