I don’t hurt anymore because I’m at the feet of the Lord.
I left my shell behind and my spiritual body is with the divine.
I rise above my shell and no knife can pierce me now.
I rise above my shell and no stray bullet can touch me now.
I left my shell behind and my spiritual body is with the divine.
I rise above my shell and no fist can crush me now.
I rise above my shell and no flame can burn me now.
I rise above my shell and no illness can drain me now.
I left my shell behind and my spiritual body is with the divine.
As I look at my loved one’s I hope you do not grieve too long.
Because I’m free and have life eternity with the Holy Trinity.
God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.
And now I don’t hurt anymore.
By nos482 12-12-09
I hope people like this. This is dedicated to anyone who lost someone from illness to murder. I came up with this as a poem dedicated to a friend who's son was brutally murdered. nos.
