To Die Alone Poem by Michael P. Johnson

At times, I thought to have it all
My race of life was won
Until I stood against the wall
Without the Father’s Son


The hand of God was not in mine
Unknown; The One who cares
I’d drunk of Satan’s finest wine
And sampled most his wares


Just who on earth, could help me now?
What force, could set me free?
I’d heard one’s knee, to Christ should bow
If Satan were to flee


But what if now, this fool should die?
If Life; would close it's gate?
Would then I rise to God on high?
Or would hell’s flame await?


Such thoughts I’d never known before
Such fear in flesh and bone
Never I'll enter Heaven’s door
If I should die alone


I knew! I had to make a choice
I’d have to take a stand
I raised to God a silent voice
“Please take Your child in hand”


Though still my thoughts were laced with doubt
I knew my heart was right
I knew if God was here about
He’d help me win the fight


Such joy; began to flood my soul
Within my heart such peace
I knew this love now making whole
Will never ever cease