FOR THE TERMINALLY ILL WITH A TERMINAL ILLNESS
Lord Jesus, I Need A Passport to Heaven
Lord, I need a passport
My body is wearing out
I sent a prayer for one
But no passport has arrived.
Customs at St Peter's Gate
Say I must have permission,
I've led a very long life
So I am ready to leave Earth.
Lord I need a passport
Can you hurry one along?
I'm not much
use to anyone
And I am hankering to come.
But my body keeps on living
In this body half-broken
And I want to come home
To You as You promised.
Yes, I know You will come
And carry me home to You
I await the peace and love
The glories of heavenly life.
So dear Jesus hear my plea
And send down an angel
Carrying a royal seal fixed
On that passport for me.
By Frank Henrich
April 28, 2010
SWEET MERCY OF JESUS, COMFORT ME
Oh! Mercy, sweet mercy of God, comfort me,
As I lay on this bed so helpless and sick
When with arms reaching out, I seek to touch you,
Oh! Mercy,
sweet mercy of God, comfort me.
I am old and my days are numbered on Earth,
My hope is filled with
wonderful heaven thoughts,
Here comes the nurse with another large pill,
Oh! Mercy, sweet mercy of God,
comfort me. St. Francis on his bed warmly
welcomed a guest
He called her boldly sister bodily death
Come take me to my heavenly rest I seek,
Oh! Mercy, sweet mercy of God, comfort me.
Here come my children showing concern for me,
It is so good to see them and remember
Even if for such a short time, it helps me
Oh! Mercy, sweet mercy
of God, comfort me.
No, nurse, I do not want another arm shot!
Be gone with your medicine for my
body
Is tired and longs for its rest with Jesus,
Oh! Mercy, sweet mercy of God, comfort me.
Jesus,
I need a passport for the journey,
Please do not dally, for I am ready now,
I have said my goodbyes to
all I deeply love,
Oh! Jesus in Your sweet mercy, take me home.
Above
poem is known as the poem Death Bed Prayer by Frank Henrich June 24, 2011
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WHAT DO THE SCRIPTURES TELL US !
Jesus said in the Gospel of John 6:47-51 47 "I assure you, anyone who believes in me already has eternal
life. 48 Yes, I am the bread of life! 49 Your ancestors ate manna in the wilderness, but they all died. 50 However,
the bread from heaven gives eternal life to everyone who eats it. 51 I am the living bread that
came down out of heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will live forever; this bread is my flesh,
offered so the world may live."
Hebrews 9:24 24 For Christ has entered into heaven itself to appear now before God as our
Advocate.
Heb 6:16-7:1 16 When people take an
oath, they call on someone greater than themselves to hold them to it. And without any question that oath is binding. 17 God
also bound himself with an oath, so that those who received the promise could be perfectly sure that he would never change
his mind. 18 So God has given us both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible
for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can take new courage, for we can hold on to his promise with
confidence. 19 This confidence is like a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through
the curtain of heaven into God's inner sanctuary. 20 Jesus has already gone in there for us. He has become our eternal
High Priest in the line of Melchizedek.
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The gates of heaven are beckoning
me for I am dying from this illness terminal. I pray when
my time comes, please God take me in my sleep, but let Your will be done! Please have St Peter's gate open wide for me
as I read the poem for the terminally ill. Come Jesus for me and stop pain.
PREPARING FOR HEAVEN
Oh, the rocking chair and the back porch,
What a duo are they for a resting mind,
The sky is so blue and sun
is yellow bright,
Yet the shade covers me like a shield.
In my quietude, I praise You, my God,
For your majesty is beyond my mind,
Your glory glitters like a 1000 suns,
And yet, you still care for little
me.
How can I praise You enough?
I am so awed that my mind stops,
All thoughts come to a sudden
halt,
And I sit bathing in Your grace.
It was then that I thought of my sister,
Lord, Sis has
been gone 12 years,
Wonder what she is doing in Heaven?
Does she look down to watch me?
I miss
her, my loving, caring sister.
She was older and worried about me,
Especially about my old age and money,
Lord, can she see that I'm doing well?
Lord, someday I will see her again,
When I come up to Heaven’s
shores,
We will sit and talk up a storm,
She will play the piano again.
Oh! To dance again
with ease,
All pains gone as my partner whirls,
But better yet I will see Jesus
In all His majesty and power.
And Mom, yes even Dad will be there,
Oh! To sit down again to talk with them,
Lord, do they
know of my later life?
Lord, all this when I come to Heaven.
Lord, remember my friends of many years,
We loved each other, it hurts me
To no longer hear their wonderful voices,
Lord, when I come I’ll
hear them again.
I must stop this daydreaming of hope,
And again switch back to beautiful roses,
But someday my rocking will stop,
And my daydreaming will be my new life.
By
Frank E. Henrich May 3, 2010
A PRAYER FOR A TERMINALLY ILL PERSON ASKING COME JESUS AND STOP
PAIN BRING ME TO HEAVEN. - TERMINAL ILLNESS POEM
I know I am dying of an illness terminal. Yes I am terminally
ill.I see ahead in the distant horizon, the lights of Heaven and St Peter's gate,yes and the other gates to heaven waiting
to open for me when this terminal illness takes me home to God. This terminal illness will be my path to God. Take
me gently, Lord Jesus. Yes, here we have a prayer for the terminally ill,yes, a poem for the terminally ill.
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