LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT

On my Dad’s pillow he suffered and died

This is now where my soul will be tried

Yet not to suffer my physical death,

But soul for to will its last final breath

Please let this, dad’s pillow, that last place to be

My soul’s final gasp with Yours on that tree

It knowing the soul of this man here must die

While hearing the cry of Your sorrow filled eye

Coming to raise a King yet to be

Born for to die again inside me

Bid my soul’s rest on my pillow soaked with tears…

Your Son is to die once again midst the jeers

Of taunting and mocking from voices below

That desperately begs for my soul not to go

You see the strange angst of my sacred false head

My soul now please take, for I leave it for dead

Soul’s piercing cry that makes hell quake and shriek

To know one more son has crossed Jordan as meek.

Inheriting earth as His glorious will

Arise to shine bright as His light comes to fill

©2016 S.F.