Final Hour Poem by Leanna Page Markgraf

In a matter of seconds
everything can change so fast.
You can try to hold on to the present
but it is quick to be in the past.
Light flashes before your eyes
what you hold dear slips away.
It is God's way of showing
this could be your final day.
Tears scream to be let out
but you hold your anger in.
Try to do God's plan
do not be tempted by sin
You start to notice the things
you did not have time to do before.
It is ironic how that happens
when death is at your door.
Your final moments approach
take time to look at the best.
It is over as soon as it starts
the final hour has come to rest.