Spiritual poetry.

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When death comes a calling

and my inner light grows dim

 fear of the unknown

may start to begin

will my life end quickly

or will it be slow

will my faith falter

or start to grow

questions become important

comfort is sort now

answers are needed

for the soul to let go.

things seem overwhelming

 feelings hard to bear

I place my soul into God hands

for I know he will be there.

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