Treasure Island

Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

My Days Are Numbered


My days are numbered, soon will be
Due for eternal, thorough accounting.
My expiry date will evidently
Usher the set time for my leaving.

Such is the mortal fate of each man
No science or drug can abate or defend.
The richest or greatest will be no more than
Mere Dust laid to rest, for Death is the end.

My soul, it will go to its destiny-
Joined with my God Who gave me the promise
With Him I will rest, live eternally
In Faith, in Worship, and in Peace.

'I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end
He will stand upon the earth, after my skin has been
destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.'

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 10, 2013

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JOB 19: 25-26

Copyright~~~Cynthia Buhain Baello~~~06.09.13

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