Alexandrian Sonnet 4 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

If death is certain, why do people fear death?
Fully acquainted that it will come when it will come,
Knowing that man is nothing but a breath,
Knowing that as we are strangers we must go home,
Knowing that earth is not a resting place,
Knowing that heaven is a promise land,
Knowing that time is galloping at the fastest pace,
Knowing that end time (kingdom of heaven) is close at hand,
Knowing that the dead shall raise again,
Knowing that by dying we shall live eternally,
Knowing that Christ died and did not die in vain,
Knowing that tis by death, with Christ we'll unite intimately.
So if death brings such blessings, why do we fear death?
Oh! Dear death, come, come quickly, make my soul blithe.