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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Experience >> ID #1760928  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Death
Facing my own mortality after my Dad died.
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God, I'm asking You to please
take my shaking hand.
Things are so confusing now,
but I know You understand.

Just take some time, comforting
my mind, that won't hold still.
Patiently, I'll listen to
the purpose of Your will.

Fear I feel inside my soul
needs calming, Lord, right now.
Take this pain I cannot bear;
You know I don't know how.

Life is such a blessing that
I cling to it so tight.
Thoughts of dying scares me when
I dwell on it at night.

I wish that death was not a part
of living out one's years.
Losing many I have loved;
see on my cheek the tears.

Horror that one day will come
the time it will be me;
I imagine, someday soon
I'll meet that destiny.

Knowing where I'm heading to
is not the thing I fear;
It's not knowing how I'll get
to Heaven's Gates from here.

I look at things differently,
now childhood years have past;
the life that I've been living
will not forever last.

As I question You today,
please understand, my will
fights against this thing called death
that won't let thoughts hold still.

I don't like the path we have
as beings in this form,
But You have known me before
the day that I was born.

No other knows feelings that
I hide behind this face.
I guess what I'm asking for
Is giving me your Grace.

Guide me through each day, I pray;
please take away my fear.
Help me enjoy life for now;
have peace for while I'm here.

Know that I am trusting You,
although I ask You why?
Created life, yet made us
all destined to someday die.

Peace, I need, so desperately,
gripping tightly to Your hand:
Confused, still I look to You
the One who understands...



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