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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ASHES TO ASHES If all of me sums up a to a pile of smoldered ash... Then all of me could fit into a glass; If that's all I amount to on this earth, I pray my soul finds everlasting worth. Who Jah bless let no man curse? Ashes to ashes – dust to dust. Afraid of the fiery lake, will God open up the gate? Pray, I did not wait up too late. to say forgive what I've done wrong. …I can tell when the Almighty has my back. I can tell when he intervenes … Like today when I called the bank. And no one ever called me back. The statement stated, an overdraft. Yet South Africa had a cyclone draft… Media said 150 people died. My friend Ann said…” that’s a lie” More like 10000's lost their lives. Frantically I called back the bank again, To ask about the overdraft they sent. Worried I had overspent; To my surprise, they said: “there’s none”. I said why did you send this notice? She said: “the day it was sent money came in” I said. “oh my God”: “You are still my friend”. I asked no more questions I just said a prayer… About God sending me money out of nowhere. Trying hard to keep my nose clean… while here I want to amount to more than just dust. On this wretched earth I don’t want to slack before I die, Don’t want to be cast into the eternal fire… Don’t want to worry about my spiritual deficit. Paying my dues, while I am on earth… I pray my soul finds favor in the afterlife where it counts- More than mere dust do I want to amount… As I sing my eternal dirge… Continue to shine your light on my feet, I urge. If all of me sums up a to a pile of smoldered ash... Then all of me could fit into a glass; If that's all I amount to on this earth I pray my soul finds everlasting worth.
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