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
Wait
Wait quietly by my bedside for God has a host of angels standing guard for this precious moment, the passing of my soul. Wait prayfully and do as you are told by the Spirit to minister to my needs as I leave this world behind. Wait tearfully if you must, but let your heart be full of love. For at this precious moment, love is preparing to lift me to my eternal home. Wait faithfully, and you will not weep as those who have no hope. For we know that we shall meet again one day. But until I go, wait reverently.
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