WHEN I DIE
(© Marion Stewart - 10/18/96)
When I dieth,
I wasteth away,
I give up the ghost,
so, I lieth down
and I riseth not
'til the Heavens shall be no more.
I hope that I will live
for the Lord 'til my dying day
Lord, I humbly pray
that I peacefully sleep
in the mercy of the Lord
that He will judge me
good enough
that He will keep me
all through the day
and all during the night.
Jesus will lead me
and show me the way
but when it's time
for me to die
Jesus will receive me
in His arms
and We will take through the sky
and go to my Heavenly Home
then I praise Jesus
for saving my Soul.
Use the links below to see more of my grandfather's poetry. Fuzzy Angel is a story I wrote when remembering my grandparents.
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