Men and women close to us, die each day and return to dust.
And for some who pass away, many can only hope and pray,
That they too, knew The Way, before they had died that day,
If Christ was not upon their heart, on that day they did depart.
The return to dust we all face, is a way to life by God’s Grace,
Through belief in His own Son, who died a death for everyone.
While they had lived in this life, they could see truths of Christ,
In the lives of many of those, who believed in Christ, who rose.
A choice must be made by all, to avoid death, from Adam’s fall,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem