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Not afraid am I



Pray to My Lord Jesus to be with me



However so sad to miss the faces



My Son, sad for all the pain of grief he will endure



Please Jesus, may I stay?







Cold rain hits my face



While I lie on the ground



Broken back, I will not shed this pain



Lord, please be with me.







Morphine numbs the pain



Doctors try to explain



Screws and plates will be put in place



I say another prayer, God’s Grace



This too, shall one day pass







Good enough to send me home



I lie on a couch trying not to cry



Not for pity, I just realize



How much I miss my Son,



And I have not even left yet







Ambulance is summoned



Easy to see that all is not well



Yet I shall give Thanks on this Thanksgiving



For I have yet to die, I am still alive



Dear Lord, please be with me.







Doctors go in again, emergency only



Modern medicine and prayer can win



As infection has riddled my body weak



My spirit still stays strong



For I know, He is with me.







Tonight I hook up to this medicine that kills



Seventy-Seven minutes in the veins



And yet my sadness seems un-compromised



Oh not for me, not sure why,



So many others, far worse off than I



And tonight, like tomorrow



I know…He is with me