So I decided to hasten to His voice

Granted by choice

Ignoring logic for longing

My heart

Time to part

My preference made

Expense paid

Not by ordinary means

Though a norm it seems

My demise-inevitable

One unforgettable

One a world to see

My new reality

My seed will be well

No tears will swell

No lips tremble

My departure – simple

Gone from the toils of yesteryear

His yoke taken –no burden of fear

Memories fade of wrongs suffered

Forgiveness recovered

His life for mine

Now I gladly give

I died to self so for Christ I live.

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I die every day–I mean that, brothers—just as surely as I glory over you in Christ Jesus our Lord.

1 Corinthians 15:31