The Voice Of Death Poem by Doreen Mampani

From deep, deep down the river
A whisper of death he heard
Not able to discern whose voice it was
Though it was raining yet he desired
To go down to the river for a swim

Dirty oh so muddy was the water
That mattered not to the young boy
For death kept on calling whispering
Come, come to me
So death called out

Into the river, he jumped with all his strength
What a pity that the boy died
So young oh so young he was
Mama cried out in bitter sorrow

Neighbors with hearts full of pretense
Came to give their condolences
Walked out in the streets jubilating
The young thief is gone! He is gone at last

Mama prayed in her heart daily
Hoping that her son will be a Christian one day
As a teenager, he died
His friends couldn't help him

Listen not to the whisper of death
The sting of death pierces the soul
Only LORD Jesus Christ defeated death
When the Savior of the world on the cross died

7 February 2021