The End

Time drew near for death's approach,

For growing impatient was he,

And in the corner did he crouch

For when his turn was here,

And in my ear words I haven't heed,

Were the previous things said unto me.

Short was breath in my chest,

And then I prayed for me to come to rest

For no longer did I care for what i once feared,

And through my eyes flowed many a tears,

At last i said unto the Lord to take me from this threat,

And at that moment it came from afar,

That what to do was in my heart.