Bob Burnette Poems

Our life is like a raindrop,
It starts out clean and small

Then gathers with other raindrops,
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A stillness fell on the river's face one summer's eve.
A dark cloud covered up the sun,
There didn't seem to be a breeze.
No more will he board his boat or step upon the muddy ground.
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When the final trumpet sounds,
To hail the end of time,
And we have crossed o'er Jordan
Into Heaven's Golden Land,
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