If I Die

If I die send no flowers upon my grave no one should go raven blurring eyes and saddening soul. If I die say a prayer of appreciation to God for my freedom for my sins are attoned for. If I die go to my home and take my ministerial bag and serve the God I served before I died. If I die take my books of poetry and show it to the world let them see my arsenal of words. If I die don't ask God why for he has been so patient for death to come this late. If I die tell precious I would miss her the troublesome swiftness of her gentle soul and the Chinese curves of her eyes. If I die tell mattatha I was measuring up to him the tender maturity of his spiritual growth the class of his stylish clothes. If I die tell my family not to worry the world not to mourn me tell JEHOVAH am sorry for I couldn't fulfil my ministry.