Cause when I die,
Then I die,
Loving you.
Hmmm, its the band Yellow Card playing, I can't help but to think to myself. Lines of happiness, sadness, and joy wrinkled on my face. My hair white, energy I've once known when I was a foolish youth, replaced wisdom and maturity that age only gives. There I will be on my death bed. Smilling to myself most likely. Thinking of the times Jesus held my hand and led me through the colourfully worded chapters of my life. My story began with him pulling open the cover of a brand new book. As time went on, the book grew scarred with time, and as the pages turn brown, He reaches the end. I know that when the last page is read, and when His beautiful hands shuts the torn and plastered yet sturdy back cover of my story, I'll die with the words, "I love You," On my lips. A new and never ending book will then be opened.
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