19/2/2012
She was found there dead in her drug-strewn room,
A wasted, if privileged life,
And the songs that she sang
Were marred with the shame,
Of a wretched untimely end.
And the scornful voices rose loud and hard,
And the eulogies rankled the heart,
So the Internet buzzed with the sorry tale,
And it looked like Death had won.
They scorned too the one who hung a corpse,
He died a vile felon's death,
Even in death there, a soldier thrust,
A spear through his tortured side,
The ‘King of Kings’ lay there alone,
And although he gave up his own life,
And he’d offered no curse in exchange,
Then it looked like Death had won.
We live our lives the best we know how,
And we make some mistakes on the way,
And the times that we mess up seem scribed in stone,
With the eyes of the world watching there.
So the loser, the drunkard, the beggar, the fool,
Can hope in just one faithful word,
“Who shall condemn those that I have loved?”
If it looks like Death has won.
Inspired by the words of T.D.Jakes today about Whitney Houston.
