You Want Me?

And would you tell me, Lord why some of us can die without the hassles and the pains, Cheyne-Stokes type breathing and the full awareness of it all until it ends? I know I'd be concerned about the stoppage of the flow of life-preserving oxygen into my lungs and all, how could you then expect me to accept a heart of stone to take the place of my old faithful, and, even more importantly if you would think about the effort that it took, the skill and diligence to make a human being. One like me, with idiosyncrasies, a mind full of ideas and facts. Remember, too, abdominals, obliques and muscles for the marathon. I beg you, God, to kindly reconsider. It seems like such a waste!