DYING TO MEET YOU.

I’m not afraid to die,
..let me tell you why,
I’d like to think that I’ve done right by God.
Though, I don’t go to church,
He won’t leave me in the lurch,
He won’t desert me, once he’s given me the nod!

I don’t believe, God, as a man,
I can’t say, I’m his biggest fan,
But you must, admire his love for all.
I bet he’s up there, in the clouds,
Observing his work, and feeling proud,
If he was a party-goer, he’d be having a ball.

He gave Man the ability to choose,
So some will win, and some will lose,
Decisions they make in their daily life.
Some will wander, some will stray,
But mostly, they are likely to stay,
With God, who’s given support through all their strife.

He takes care of us, when times are rough,
Sometimes he calls anothers bluff,
But, always he will see us through our ways.
So when my time has come,
I’ll be reunited with my mum,
And everyone that went before my days.

It’s not the fact of dying,
It’s the way you die that’s worrying,
Nobody cherishes the thought of pain.
So when I finally depart,
I’ll take with me, my heart,
And what I leave on Earth, in Heaven, I’ll gain.

© Jim Bell

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