𝗥𝗲𝘃. 𝗔. 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗶 : Preaching at the funeral of Mam Qunta @𝐑𝐞𝐯 .𝐙. 𝐁 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐰𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲
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- 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 (𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕 10)
𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆 - 1572-1631
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Rev Bonoyi is my Spiritual supporter. He lifts me up when I don’t see the way out. I’m an ordained Methodist minister in UK 🙏
Amen 🙏