Scary days ahead, the signs say
Pops, cramps, and numbness
Chest pains, muscle sprains, the unexplained
Hard to sleep, fatigue beats all effort
Momma dead, Grandparents dead, stuck in my head
Wasted time, I know I’m dying, time on the go flying
Shake my head, wondering when I’ll be dead, my body whispers soon
Blink of an eye, tell everyone bye before the end.
Cry alone, wanting to stay but go, home.
I feel lost, health tossed and pulled by the wind.
I’ll write so you’ll know, how my thoughts steered while I go, to the grave.
16 Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16 AMP