Servant of God
Death has no conscience
Death has no friends.
Every saint and sinner
Will be visited by him.
Death hides in the wings
Just stalking his prey.
Death is your shadow
Only a heartbeat away.
The rich the famous
The poor the unknown.
There's no hiding place
When God calls us home.
Death will greet everyone
For all things must die.
Life will disappear
In the blink of an eye.
But death is not final
Death is nothing to fear.
Deaths a servant of God
Who leads us to heaven from here.
Copyright © John Read | Year Posted 2021
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