Death, A Poem

Death

The devil may tell you that you are going to die

Know that Christ say’s it is a lie

Even if a disease is known to kill

It is by his stripes that we are healed

When doctors tell you that you are through

Christ and his word will see you through 

When fear and hopelessness tries to creep inside

I look to the cross and his bleeding side

I am sheltered under the wings of Christ

For. All my sins he paid the ultimate price

For on of these days when my time is ore

I will cross that river to the golden shore

So put your trust n Christ alone

For he has prepared you a brand new home.

God Bless

Gordan Graham

2018