Death

1 Corinthians 15:54-55 

54 Now when this perishable puts on the imperishable,

and this mortal puts on immortality,

then the saying that is written will happen,

Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
55 “Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?

 

Death is screaming: “Come and join me ... I know the way of ease

no more worry where I travel ... there is only rest and lasting peace!”

 

“Oh”, how smart is that serpent ... how he touches every mood

always waiting, always tempting ... always corrupting what is good.

 

My old nature seems to like it ... to reason with the one condemned.

My flesh thinks it can withstand him ... and will win in the end.

 

In the flesh dwells no good ... but I can’t convince these two.

They want to be their own “god” ... that for sure is understood.

 

Conflict rages within self ... sometimes these two make sense to me.

“Oh!” how I need Jesus Christ ... to keep me safe and set me free.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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