Death, Wait Your Turn
When she was young, she seldom thought of Death.
He’d have no claim to her for years to come.
Life was her ladder. As she reached each rung,
success and joy obscured the simple truth,
that Death someday would have his promised turn.
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Her steps are very slow; her vision, dim.
Death’s whispers in her mind are loud today.
She doesn’t fear the end because she knows
her soul is covered by the blood of Christ.
A life well-lived ends with a pleasant smile.
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