O Death Where Is Your Sting! ! ! ! Poem by Preston Mwiinga

'I missed you' he said as I walked into the room, sat next to him and held his hand. 'my my papa' I said, ' you're back in this hotel room? ' he liked to call the hospital room his hotel room.he smiled weakly and nodded his head. ' one for you, one for me' I said as I handed him a bottle of natural yoghurt. he looked at me and said he was gonna take it later coz he was nibbling on some beetroot. I smiled and told him we'd take the yoghurt at the same time. he asked me how i was doing as i wiped the sweat off his head. I told him I was OK and asked how he was feeling. he looked me in the eye and said 'I missed you, but now i have to go'. that was so unbelievable. I was massaging his hands and smiled slightly.I watched him dose off slowly. I felt his fingers and hands freeze and stiffen. all I could do was pray as I held on to his hand. watched as the nurses did their thing but the Lord said no.it was time for my father to rest. He was so tired and the Lord called him home. we do not understand why but we will understand it better by and by. but until then our hearts will go on singing and with joy we shall carry on.instead of asking why it happened, will think of where the Lord will lead and take us from here so that we can smile thru these tears and never forget Gethsemane.
shall death separate us from the Love of God? no way! ! ! ! tho the devil hates us he can never separate us from the wonderful love of God.
therefore, we shall continue to give thanks in all things because this is the will of God thru Christ Jesus concerning these things. let not our hearts be troubled and sorrow like others which have no hope, because Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus shall rise first I can't wait to hear your story. I shall look for you for I will be there too.