How life is short from conception to death!
How quickly the wrinkles appear!
And when to the Lord I will render my breath,
I'd lose everything that is dear.
Before I could finish my life and die
(I think of this with trepidation),
I would have to say to my children "good-bye",-
it's always sad, separation...
One day, like others, I would have to leave
the planet I love with its beauty,
but if to my Jesus alone I cleave,
the notion of death is refuted.
If Christ is my life, my hope, my song,
how powerless death is when touches:
My Saviour Jesus is loving and strong,
He'd rescue me from Hades' clutches.
It's meaningless, death, if with Jesus my soul
is for all eternity tied:
I will be more healthy, more vibrant and whole,
with Christ's resurrection allied.
The world, which He'll give, will be better than this,
where I at the Lord will be gazing -
resplendent with light and with every bliss,
so peaceful, joyful, amazing...
My hope is bigger than fears of death,
but humbly I'm also praying
that both of my children would have a new breath
where I with my Lord will be staying.
20.03.2023