Buxton Shippy (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)
When all the leaves have fallen
And this world says you're done,
Fix you're gaze on HIM;
HE never sleeps nor slumber,
HE believes in you still.
Even if you're writhed with pain,
Withering in the golden stages,
If only for the days you've been given,
Rejoicing on the way,
Even to that place called Heaven.
Never let HOPE escape your heart,
For HE who promises is faithful.
Until I breathe my last breath
I'll concede nothing to the adversary.
I'll never forget my life's victories.
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