Nearly Dying

Only

When it is not calm

Will we read a psalm

Humanity is horded by calamities

Engaged in wars and countless of enemies

Devoted too much time for all insanities

And forgot that God should be above our priorities

In this life you've given we are sometimes lost

And only when nearly dying can we clearly see the cross

As born sinners

We are fond to kill

As weak creatures

We are bound to kneel