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Preparing Myself to Die (Poetry). ⚱️
Heavenly Father, I come to you now,
maybe tomorrow
with conviction and desire,
I urge, send an angel my children’s way.
I know that one day,
old age will come and
you’ll take me home,
in peace to rest where other angels roam.
It’s hard to live forever and slowly wither away,
help me, Yahweh, to understand,
give me the health I pray.
The day I am gone,
I would mean so much to the world,
pardon me for my fears.
The words in “Liberian-Son” (my book)
is my spirit and message to the world.
It taught me how to love,
understand and how to never forget.
When I cross over and steps into the light,
I pray I see my father, Henry Sr.
Tell him that I love him and when the time is right,
I hope he would be waiting
and meet me at the opalescent gates with light.
Where every thing’s brand new.
I hope we’ll march across
the Lord’s beautiful lands where heavens are always blue.
Somewhere beyond the sunset now and then,
until old age draws nearer.
Death, I fear not,
I am preparing myself to die, until we meet again.
