We are all dying. It is true of the sinner, as well as the saint. We must prepare for life after death. Writing these poems comforted me when I was mourning my brother, Bruce (October 20, 1953 - November 3, 2010). I wrote Poems For the Dying 1). to encourage Christians, 2). to comfort the bereaved, 3). to make those battling terminal illnesses less fearful, and 4). to be a soul winning tool. Death creates an unexpected, soul-gathering harvest opportunity. There is life after death. Joy!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
I No Longer Want To Be Here
I no longer want to be here, so please just let me go in peace. Stop asking God to release me from my appointed time. I am dying to meet my Savior. As Death draws nearer, the voice of my Savior is clearer than I have ever heard it before. He calls to me, and I know that He's about to set my soul free forever. So rejoice with me. Your prayers are interfering with my hearing His voice. When He bids me, "Come," from all that I will leave behind, be strong. Let me leave in peace, for I no longer want to be here. I want to go.
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