And when I die, this life I have, I yield
To the maker of man I thus concede
No longer clothed in this body of sin
The call of death I will no longer fear
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I am a writer of essays and poems, and I have been writing for over the last twenty years. I love to write and it is my intention to publish my book this year. The craft of writing have always been my first love and it is my desire to help shape the world with what I have to say with the use of my pen. I trust that all who have the chance to read my work will be moved to act positively and and be enriched by the content and substance of what I have written. Thank you.)
An When I Die
And when I die, this life I have, I yield
To the maker of man I thus concede
No longer clothed in this body of sin
The call of death I will no longer fear
And when I die, this life of mine
I no longer claim
No longer engrossed with your love
No longer in touch with pain
So in this life I live, with love,
For in that day it never will be heard of
To touch, to see, I gladly cherish
To live in love, oh' what a gift
When at last I hear Him call my name
And his blood- stained hands I see
When the sun looks dimly down
Then I will look up and say,
Lord I am coming home.