My family laid my body to rest today
Little do they know
My soul will never find rest
I spent months fighting this wretched disease
On my death bed
Suffering day and night
They couldn’t take it any longer
Eventually they prayed
That I would suffer no more
They whispered in my ear
It’s okay, you can let go now
You are going to a better place
Little did they know
Where I would spend eternity
Now my soul will never find rest
I was never too religious
Thought that Jesus’ claim as being the only way to salvation
Absurd and narrow minded
Surely all roads lead to heaven, don’t they?
I was a good person, not perfect, but good in comparison to others
Don’t all my good works count for something?
Well, I was wrong, dead wrong
Not that it makes any difference
But I’m a believer now
If only I could send someone to warn them
Repent! Receive Christ for the forgiveness of your sins
Lest you suffer the same fate as me
Susan Bunts Wachtel
July 18, 2011
I had started this poem on July 16, 2010, but finished it a year later.
How many times have you heard people say when a loved one has died, “Well at least they are not suffering anymore.” While those words are meant to bring comfort, as Christians we know the truth that when an unbeliever dies their suffering has just begun and will last for eternity.
May we be unapologetic and bold in sharing the Gospel message so that our family, friends, co-workers and even strangers may have the assurance that their sins have been forgiven and that they will be in heaven for eternity, not suffering in hell.