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 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.
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