They say Fear no man but God

Fearful i am of he

He holds the Book of judgement

The book of Life

The book of death

Death,

Im not ready for

Therefore i walk on Faith

Praying for another chance to make things right again

If only i could talk with Him personally

Without kissing death for the second time

But yet on my mothers behalf

I dare not question Why he chose to take her

Instead of me

But still curious tho?

she lay motionless in a hospital bed

Not ready to accept reality

I'd rather be with her

Then witout her.

Lord, Im not ready!