MY POEM ON
"HEALED IN HEAVEN'S HANDS."

Guard your soul oh deserter,
To these scared giant gates,
Where to be opened are angels,
Waiting to welcome you home.

Cry no more oh ye lost soul,
Only lost amongst the living,
But never lost in the silent world,
And never lost in Mount of God.

Suffer no more oh ye doomed,
By the grim reaper of graves,
For by it's chains you were bruised,
But by heaven's hands be consoled.

Weep no more oh ye bedridden,
Lost in the cold garden of death,
Though you weren't healed by us,
But would be cured in God's hand.