Death is worshiped
Death is feared
And we give it power, more than it its ugly head can barely rear
Why? Why do we give it what it wants
It already takes our lives our ever lasting moments
Why must we follow down into its trap it tempts
Deaths sting is potent
And it all leaves us poignant
Why? Why! We needn't allow ourselves to sorrow
Lest we act as tho' there nay be a tomorrow
Will the sun not rise? Will the sun not set?
Shall we treat death as a real threat?
Will we allows ourselves to let to the moon a debt?
No, this isn't so
The moon shall wane and the moon shall wax
Even after death has taken its tax
'Oh death where is thy sting? Where thy victory?'
Hither thine answer to me, O Lord
You've removed deaths sting and killed our foe
It has no power over us
It has no final token
Among us people, Christ the Lord's anointed
You are the one who has the curse broken
Without you, my Lord, we'd be under sins power
Allowing it to doom over us, for it to tower
Even as we wait, as we watch for our final hour
We see thee, our Christ, the chosen Lord and head
Waiting more than we do to raise the dead
'Oh death where is thy sting? Where thy victory?'
I repeat this. Amen Lord, yes Lord, let it be!
Forever in heaven, we shall reign with you and your victory!
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Heyy so I just wanted to write this as a reminder that sadness and death has no more power than what it takes. And that because Christ died on the cross, He killed death and won for us our earthly battles. So we needn't worry about what gets taken away and what gets given, but that our trust be put in Christ, our Lord in heaven. Amen.
