O Death
I tell you a mystery,
We all will not die;
Looking through history,
The prophets did not lie.
But we will all be changed,
Instantly after death;
With the trumpet arranged,
A new life with new breath.
We will live forever,
And we will not decay;
To bond not to sever,
As we trust and obey.
Mortal bodies must go,
As they do decompose;
As you already know,
Gone will be all your woes.
Then the Scriptures teach true,
With death comes victory;
Eternal life to you,
By means of Calvary.
So death where is your sting?
To give us victory;
And the last song to sing,
To rid the misery.
The sting of death is sin,
And powered by the Law;
That corrupts us within,
And causes us to flaw.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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