Illness
Creep, creep, creep;
The illness comes,
Taking you on a
journey that is long.
On that bed you sit,
you cry, you sit
Lamenting all the
while: God I am sick!
But death do not heed
He sits, lurking by
your bed;
Waiting impatiently
Till you dropp your
tired head.
O' death! you sigh,
you cry:
Go the other way
I am not ready to go today
Christ, dear Christ
Please come to my aid!
Then God's angels you see
Singing antiphony
Lord! May you reign
for ages.
Only then you realise
You're now on the
other side.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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