Death, be not proud

Holy Death, be not proud,
though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful,
for thou art not so; ...
One short sleep past,
we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more;
Death, thou shalt die.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, this is my favorite sentence in thie poem, maybe you would ask me what.

I look back when I was in a quandary, I pray God, I cry to God why, I am just a student, a busy student, He knows I do my best in fellowship, He understands I spend much time to prepare, He even knows I am lone, but I have no ideal why he still disregards me.
One criticism has more effect then ten glorifications, but I still keep up my servic, I am aware of the problems are come from people not God, He tells me"just doing". I tried to be a tough girl, you guys can not destroy my pssion, keeping in mind that our reward are come from heaven which called"eternal soul".

Once my Mom almost left me, I couldn't believe that death had become so near, but I didn't see any other way to help Mom, at the moment life and death are not in the abstract, I couldn't chose one of this for my Mom, I couldn't conceive of any other tone, I kept waiting for God's answer, but you know I was so peaceful, because I convinced God has already known where my Mom will go. Now my Mom is healthy, It not only a mercy which God gives for our family, but my best gift in 18years old birthday.