STORY ENDING.
I'm not afraid to die.
I'm afraid of what I'll leave
behind.
I no where I'm going.
I know my story's end.
It's not the trinkets and toys,
the money or the home.
They only are good,
for the flesh, the desires of men.
It's my mother, father,
my daughter and my boys.
It's my husband and siblings,
that brings fearful tears to my eyes.
It's the fear of their life ,
without.....
that makes me want to cry.
Will they too follow,
not remain empty and hollow,
or will their after life,
write a different place,
somewhere differnt from Heavens way.
I'm not afraid to die.
It's the hurt and pain,
still left deep inside,
that brings the shivers,
the icy cold lonely tears,
too my desperate frightened eyes.
I know I wont be alone,
and I know I'll finally be at rest,
finally be at home.
But will my loved ones
know where to go .
Will they know not to fall apart,
but remember my love,
forever in their hearts.
By the Grace of Jesus,
my salvation,
and the miracle of Spiritual ever after,
I know my storys ending.
It's the the fear of my familys future,
that whats the real matter!. |
