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When I was young, I heard the horror tales,
But in those intense life-filled days I closed the voices out. I did not wish To hear the direful whispered stories Of dreaded Death's unwelcome visits. I knew little of this thief and his dark ways; How I would have liked to know much less! With passing time, I was amazed to hear That some would even welcome this dark one. Why? How could one yearn to leave this life? Then I met the Lord Christ; He redeemed me And made me an adopted child of Father God. How sweet to be with Him, to live His way! As I walk with Him, I forget the feared one. With passing time, Christ's way grows ever sweeter. Now I weary of flesh and bone's fragility. This world's pale pleasures decrease in attraction. As the time of my leaving draws nearer, I finally see once-feared Death for who he is; He is my Father's servant sent to bring me home |
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by: Diane F. Thompson (August 22, 2009) |
