This is one of my older ones; it is probably several years old.
All my while I thought life would
Be long in wait of going.
All my life I thought death could
Be long in wait of coming.
But now I lay upon my bed
With thoughts of death thick in my head,
And now I know the truth for sure
Of my own life's departure.
Outside the sun is rising
Like it would any other day,
But when it falls it will be carrying
My life up far away.
I cannot say that I am scared
Because in my heart I know
That I will be with him who cared
About my former life below.
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