Time drew near for death's approach,

For growing impatient was he,

And in the corner did he crouch

For when his turn was here,

And in my ear words I haven't heed,

Were the previous things said unto me.

Short was breath in my chest,

And then I prayed for me to come to rest

For no longer did I care for what i once feared,

And through my eyes flowed many a tears,

At last i said unto the Lord to take me from this threat,

And at that moment it came from afar,

That what to do was in my heart.