Home Page Works                                                                  

Before You're Dead
© September 29, 2007, Roy Stucky

I pray
This will last.
The day
Is moving fast.
The end
Comes too soon.
Me one more room.

'Til I can open that door with a smile
Let me take it all in for a while.
I will touch every face that has cared,
Embolden the few who have dared
Be seen
To touch the sky.
My dream
Stays alive
In the hearts God's entrusted to me
As captives I work to set free.
The days I surrendered returned
In wisdom I'd otherwise never have learned.

Please join the One.
Make use
Of every sun.
What lies ahead.
Don't die
Before you're dead.