Death (I)


Waking up to the silent of the night
And not even the sound of breeze could be heard
It ran through my thought, as it happened?
Was I left behind?
No it can’t be
I gave my fear a ray of hope.

An alarm for the end
A call for repentance
By rapture, by death
I know not my fate
All in hope of being caught at the right time
I pray for forgiveness and mercy.

Being given the power of choice
I spend for eternity
An account of life
Was thy profit.

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A call for repentance to Christ the only saviour of mankind.