The Sting of Death
If I show you a mystery,
You will not at all sleep;
Finally having a victory,
With a reward to reap.
As all would be changed,
In the twinkling of an eye;
For a plan be prearranged,
Be spellbound to mystify.
For as the trumpets sound,
Watch the rising of the dead;
A new life shall be found,
Made incorruptible instead.
The sting of death is sin,
Its strength is of the law;
That gives victory within,
Cleansing us of the flaw.
Thanks be to our Father,
Giving victory over death;
Through Jesus our brother,
Life after our last breath.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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