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!
Friday, August 10, 2012
Save Me Jesus
I've heard that Jesus loves me in spite of all I've done. And now that I lay dying, I need God's only Son more than I ever needed Him before. He alone can save me, can save my soul from Hell. I count on Him to save me. I've heard He never fails. I need Him as my Savior. I need Him as my Lamb. I need Him to accept me, to receive me as I am. I have no time for working. My night's already here. Destroy my fear as I draw near to my eternal home.
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