Evergreening Grace for Deciduous Faith

I ponder, lying pale upon my bed; my head a 'roaring deep in notions... whys. My thinking moves to plans for my demise with comfort from my Lord in what He said - I go to build your palace overhead; just keep believing, death will loose the lies of those who groan with transitory eyes. Take note: I grant relief to you instead. This body’s death transports my soul to God and lets the dread of evanescence flee. My faith persists, like leaves, although life dims; God’s evergreening grace is no facade. My hope is anchored on my Savior’s tree; His resurrection weakened Satan’s limbs.