When Truly, Deeply Lost and One Has Faith One Is About To Die

When Truly, Deeply Lost And One Has Faith One Is About To Die Alone and defiant I stood staring into death's icy face On a knife thin ledge, slippery on a high cliff's so out of place Panic stricken daring to pray for courage and hopeful saving out At that very moment death spoke with its hideously wicked shout Screaming, " You will die, I have you in my cold iron clutches now I see you pray for divine help, even that field you cannot plow Do recall in wicked nightmares how I gave you such deadly blows Yes, sweat all the more and crying out for help, let your dark fear grow! When truly, deeply lost and one has faith one is about to die. Pray for mercy, pray for life, speak to that golden throne in the sky. In my wild youth, I must have retold this story a thousand times Some called me a liar, others said a poet with his rhymes Yet as sure as Heaven its sweet promise vow of salvation gives I survived, that gifted miracle proves this now old poet lives Perhaps one future day I shall write the story of my rescue How by faith I was given a new life and one I was not due If ever so, this my testimony would assuredly awe and shock Know this, death once had me in its unrelenting hard icy lock! When truly, deeply lost and one has faith one is about to die. Pray for mercy, pray for life, speak to that golden throne in the sky. Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2021 Rhyme Note: Composed this afternoon.