So death where is your supposed sting?
Don’t you see,
you ain’t no big thing.
You were defeated on a hill long ago.
Once and for all,
it was finished just so.
We cry for those who’ve gone before.
In sadness and grief,
to hope we cling all the more.
As angels rejoice and dance joyfully.
In a living hope,
we believe in a life eternally.
Rest in grace by which we are saved.
From deaths grip,
for which the price was paid.
On our behalf he came willingly for us.
Under heavens curtain,
in mercy not judgement we trust.
~Mark Schutter ©2015
I wrote this poem quickly tonight after hearing earlier today that a younger cousin of mine had died following her battle with cancer. I believe that physical death is not the end and that there is a living hope by which we can have eternal life. God bless!
