Death
That grey passing
The nemesis of humanity
Inescapable
It's cold fingers touch each of us
With time unknown
The only guardian standing against it
Unnatural
We grieve when one is lost
Our souls know it is wrong
But for the lover of Christ
It is a doorway
The mist of mortality
Fades to glorious light
And the heart is finally home
The Maker and His creation
Reunited at last
The veil is lifted
Sin is shrugged off
And peace and joy fly limitless
As once was written:
'Death, where is thy victory?
O, Death, where is thy sting?'
Jesus has trod you underfoot
And for those who follow Him
You are but the vehicle
To our Savior
