One Bill Paid.....a poem I wrote from 2009

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One Bill Paid
Running to Work; Running to Pay Never Ending Bills



Do you have the skills?
Is it you who has made all these bills?
Why so many bills?



Spending tomorrows pay-
Seeing no other way...
Waiting each week for pay day...



Running to cash a pay check-
Knowing our finances are a wreck.
Wondering if we'll ever earn a better check...



Working, working, working yet another day...
Tomorrow is coming; perhaps a degree will lead to better pay?
So we run to a college, locally, or perhaps online today...



But time it's ticking away...
We need better pay.
Working so hard perhaps we'll find a way.



If only we do not become ill.
Bills all paid it is our hearts will.
Running so fast we forget our health until we feel deaths chill.



We worked so hard, rarely an indulgence did we see.
Yet still the collectors call, looking for you, looking for me.
Calling expecting payment in full you see.



So turning to look the Angel of Death in the hearts eye we say...
"Not today, please go away"
Debt we owe, debts must be paid, we haven't the time to die today.



Angel of Death you must go away...
Our time can't be fulfilled just yet; we have bills yet to pay...
To die with so much debt it'll be a disgrace. Perhaps just one more pay day...



Please Mr. Death let go my hand, can't you see, I am too busy to die.
I can't go, I have debt yet to pay, it's no lie.
There are no tears to cry.



Mr. Death, let go my hand.
I promise I'll gladly walk beside you into that "Promised Land".
But not today, as here I must stand.



Let go my hand, I still need a little more time.
Let go my hand, hear my rhyme-
Death waits for no one, not even me. It should be a crime.



Mr. Death Angel, my mortal debt is paid its true,
But,Mr. Death Angel, my debt to the bill collectors, its past due.
Mr. Death Angel, have you no clue?



Mr. Death Angel, you've taken hold my hand.
Forever into eternity, I must go; soon I'll be leaving this land.
Mr. Death Angel it is you who has taken hold my hand.


Holding tight...
Leading me into the night-
Not knowing soon you must release me into heaven's light.



Worldly debt, worldly bills left behind, unpaid, Mr. Death having come too soon.
Debt of the soul paid in full, ransom paid in full, fully accepted you've heard the tune.
Mr. Death Angel you must let me go, through heaven's door, I'll go, to your ruin.



Mr. Death Angel, you ran so fast, hoping to catch me.
Taking hold my hand, not seeing the blood covering me.
Coming to the Judgment Seat accusing me of a debt I could not pay, not looking to see-



Covered by His blood, a debt I could not ever pay.
For me it was paid, on that day.
Paid in full on Calvary, accepted in full, a free gift, a debt forever paid in full. Now please move away.



Mr. Death Angel, coming so quickly believing I would have no escape.
Forgetting the "Red Tape"
Paid in full, Mr. Death Angel, from your hand I have an escape.



With your hand leading me, I did walk through death's door.
With your accusing hand I was led to the final collector's door.
Opening the collector's door, you pointed with glee at the accumulated debt, thinking you had me forever more.



Believing you'd made a slave of me forever, you forgot the ransom note.
The note stained and covered in blood, cast the final vote.
Let go my hand, Mr. Death Angel. I must pull on my new "Wedding Coat".



Sorry, Mr. Death Angel. I made a choice many years ago.
Mistakes, I have made its true, as many do know.
But, Mr. Death Angel, with you I'll not walk the shores of eternity. Now I must go.



Life it is awaiting me just beyond the court house doors. The "Judge" of all, has accepted the ransom note.
I have much more to do. So I'll just grab my new coat.
Sorry, Mr. Death Angel, there will be no other vote.



Life it is awaiting, friends and loved one's gone before me.
Soon I'll see.
But you Mr. Death Angel, I'll never again see.



Thank you so much for holding my hand.
Walking me all the way up to the Judge's stand-
Accusing me, it's true. Ever forgetting who it was that would carry my blood-stained payment to the Judge's stand...



  Mr. Death Angel, you have no right now to hold my hand.