I hate that part the most of all
'Cause I was built for glory, I was made to last God formed these feet to walk golden streets when this hard life is passed Say, "He's doing well on the other side" if anybody asks Say I was built for glory, I was made to last. Built for Glory, Made to Last - The Lost Dogs I have been to my share of funerals and some rather significant ones of late. Out of everything that is presented at the ones I have attended there is nothing I hate more than the grave site. In fact, I would rather carry 100 caskets 100 miles than spend a single minute staring at one perched a top the hole left by freshly dug ground. Now don't get me wrong, there is nothing comforting seeing the body during the calling hours as it lies unzipped from the soul. But somehow it seems less jarring than the grave. At least I can see it. At least it us "up here". At least it is not in darkness disintegrating and dissolving to dust. It never looks perfect, natural, or even close to alive, b
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