Lasting Peace In Last Moments
He lay there groaning
Gasping for last breath
In travail moaning
At the door of death
Not wishing to die
Not wanting to go
His life, a sad sigh
Who would wipe his woe?
No one to hear him
No hope to hold on
He faced Reaper Grim
Alone and withdrawn
Oh! What a sad end!
What a way to die!
Be not like him, friend,
Hear my heartfelt cry!
Accept you have sinned
Believe on the Lord
Christ on the cross pinned
That you be restored
Put your trust on Him
He will give you hope
Come death, dark and grim
You'll have peace to cope
25th January 2023
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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