scared to death

​​Assisted death is scary
At another’s mercy makes me wary
I’d rather be in God’s hands though it maybe hazy.
He’s the Father great, to me he’s a dearie
Death allows not for a change of mind
 
When my heart  get’s cranky and fades
Refuses to pump to keep me awake
I’ll be out of it anyway
I won’t be fazed
From death there is no return
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To be at home when I depart
Would be icing on the cake
But should my loved ones  ache
When on my withered body they peek
Their memories should be of hope and life not ugly death. 
 
To die in God’s time is not weak
His comfort and his presence is not an empty squeak
God cannot be sued or impeached
He doesn’t bleep or sleep, he stands right in the breech
He makes death a glorious transition
 
The seven step pathway
Designed to comfort us along the way
And save the doctors from getting flayed
Is better than to be assisted from the fray
What’s on the other side? For me it’s eternal life.