April 10, 2020-April 3, 2021

Death Is Not The Victor

it is Friday

death thinks it has won

has no more cause for fear

its Nemesis is at last entombed

behind stone and seal and guard

forlorn, blood-soaked timbers

darkly stand on silent crag

above nail and jar and spear

silent testimony to its triumph

death

it always wants the last laugh

it’s Friday, but Sunday's coming

it is Saturday

death thinks it has won

stands upon this tortured stone

raises its defiant shout to God

“What will You do now?” it cries

“I’ve destroyed Your long laid plan!

I’ve murdered Your futile Son!

Your Son, Your beloved Son

lies dead! I’ve won, you fool! I’ve won!”

death

it always tries to laugh last

it’s Saturday, but Sunday's coming

it is Sunday

death thought it had won

Friday night and Saturday

did not know at Sunday’s dawning

behind stone and seal and guard

Life! Unconquerable LIFE!

would easy burst its futile bonds

would dance again on God's good earth

would crush underfoot His mortal foe

death

will never have the last laugh

because Sunday has come, and LIFE!