By Rangelez Twix
In isolation while in Bed,
Thoughts are floating in my head.
Thousands of people are dying,
Of the same virus I'm having.
My breathing gets harder each day,
What happens next I cannot say.
Oh Lord why me of the many,
If I pass how 'bout my family.
As for my life I've been reflecting,
have I done my purpose of being .
Fear keeps on poking my head,
Any minute now I can be dead.
Suddenly It dawned upon me,
The one in full control is He.
So why worry and be so stressed,
Let go ...and let God care for the rest.