Truly death has lost its sting because of my bond with You, Jesus. Yet its stealthy, relentless approach can sometimes become a distraction. I praise You for the continuous renewal of my soul even as my body withers like a wilted flower reaching the end of its season. Lord, use my every breath to praise You even unto my final hour. Bring to completion those tasks divinely assigned to me before I was born. Grant Your servant grace and strength to finish the race and not to lay down my weapon until You declare the battle is over. Victory is Yours, Jesus. Help me keep the faith even when the end is only a few breaths away. May the peace You give Your servants, peace so unlike that of the world, be my ever present comfort and assurance through the transition. May all the saints march from this world into eternity with a new song on their lips and divine love warming their hearts. The light of Your truth and grace draws us home where Your arms are open wide. Under the Word of God in 2 Corinthians 4:16 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I offer up my humble prayers.

Therefore we don’t faint, but though our outward person is decaying, yet our inward person is renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16, WEB