Angel calls, God stands

They want me dead, and probably justly so, For in my youth, I wrought such harm and woe. Now, in my change, doing good each day, a wish arose to take my life away.

It's a strange feeling , but I've come to terms , with the angel of death, Whose beauty confirms. In my youth, I called for her , she never came, now with purpose gained, she whispers my name.

No sadness or fear consumes my soul, Only resignation, accepting the toll. But I refuse to accept it this fated path, for God has worked on me , through love and wrath.

He's been there for me, each step of the way, And now as my angel calls, I pray. For after all these years,  her voice is near, Yet I hope and faith in God dispel my fear.