Death Has Come
As I look down upon this white bed,
by Ann Dulon
A crowd just standing, nothing is said,
Neighbours, friends and relatives I see,
Looking at a corpse, that once was me.
Sister, brothers, the children I bore,
I see them all, yet I breath no more.
Try to tell them everything is alright,
The death of me, I know was right,
My time has come it was meant to be,
Now my soul can be, set free.
No more anguish to cry a tear,
Going to God, there is nothing to fear.