Dying Prematurely

Lord, don’t let me die till the day I expire;
this life is for living, as voltage in wire.
It’s tragic to see some exist, but not live,
while on earth must be served—no longer can give.

The heart may be strong, while the brain is now dead;
such a one, to be sure, spends the whole day in bed.
Another may walk, he may talk, he may eat;
but he doesn’t make sense, how sad such to meet.

But the saddest of all, though conscious and able,
whose life has gone sour—has on hope turned the table.
He no longer can smile or speak kind, cheery words—
never sees the blue sky, hears no songs of the birds.

Deliver me, Lord, from a premature “death”
while my lungs keep on taking in natural breath;
oh, let me rejoice and give thanks constantly
till the day I expire and You call me away!

fpn/1986




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