A Brush with Death

Job 15:30  He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.

A Brush with Death

I kissed the lips of death

The taste of blood sublime

A doorway opened up to me

I feared my end of time.

Clutching with my fingers

The beating of my heart

Pounding out the echoes

The pain in me to part.

Embrace the taste of death

Like lovers on the grass

Pray for God’s own mercy

As the pain will surely pass.

I look to a second chance

One that I won’t blow

I’ll take the time allotted me

And soon you’ll see me grow.

No more darkened journey

Behold my Light-filled path.

Taking tiny steps by day

No longer filled with wrath.

I heard the angels calling

I kissed the lips of death.

I’ll heed the Word of my Lord

As I take just one last breath.

Job 12:10 In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.