Overarching Fright Thou plug lives Like the playful child, Frolicking around the garden behind: Throwing and smashing flowers sportively. Mercy not on age or climb Just cavorting around. No wonder! unbeknownst to Him, the stories of scission abound And hence I fondly ask: “Why doth Thou not heed And stop sporting around”. Thou art not a playful child, are you? Every time, I cough, I fear. Every time my mom coughs, I fear Every time a mask- less face passes by, I fear, If my immunity is firm and strong And can battle this overarching fright of death- I ask in faith, And my Patient faith replies: “ I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; And whoever lives by believing in me will never die.”
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