Death

"O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" 1 Corinthians 15:55

 

Death

Unpredictable, was what we saw, yet you were inevitable;

To turn our back on you was what we desired,

Yet, we must face you right in front.

Your presence filled our eyes with tears;

Pilfering the joy from our hearts.

The eyes swelled, the voice cracked and the strength weakened.

Your coming made the dead lay in peace,

But your going made the living fill with remorse.

You disregarded our highs and lows;

For your power was insuperable.

The living were forced to question the giver of life,

As though it was the liability of God. 

Yet, O death! Your victory is temporary,

For you cannot conquer. 

It seems like you win the battle each day,

But you fail to take the throne.

You dishearten us, as we pass through the dark tunnel;

But we rest assured that a glorious light awaits at the end.

We now rejoice for what lies ahead;

For though you strive to fill the grave, 

Christ will resurrect us all with his coming.

You will tremble and fall as resurrection shows its face;

The putrefied body will be revived into a glorious one,

For Christ is our hope who reigns over death.

_Vizo Seyie