Just One More!

The poet lingered near to death, Nobody else around, His gentle heart plus gentle breath Could barely make a sound... Yet feeble though his body felt, His soul had strength to pray, Despite the fact he rarely knelt, He knew what words to say... 'Just one more, Lord, before I leave, A final poem, please...' That even made the Lord to grieve, Who every poet sees... By faith, the poet held the pen And on the paper wrote, A prophecy from God again, A lump still in his throat... For God had loved him to the end, That made the poet weep, God was his Lord, God was his friend, Yet soon his soul would sleep... The poet finished every verse, He read them one last time, Then knew no matter what occurs, God's grace would prove sublime... And so the poet slipped away, The final poem done, Upon the poet's final day, When he left everyone... His message from the Lord was found And shared across the globe, While he, in Heaven, has been crowned, By Christ, the King of Hope... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013.