O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Is Death The Victory
What is it that comes trespassing on my threshold,
Trying to seize me as its prey?
It has come unexpectedly; a peculiar unwanted guest.
It seems to be a shadow, robbing self of its rest.
Countless times it comes to scores with me
In sickness, peril, or accidents unavoidable.
It is there, this dreaded enemy;
It seems to be allowing time, yet it has no timetable.
Is there no way to escape that my spirit might be free
From this visitor who at my appointed time will join ranks with me?
To think I could escape would be pretending a farce.
I’d be robbed all joys of living; left hopeless without faith.
Ah! There is another victor stronger than death itself.
By the eye of faith, I vision everlasting life.
My faith soars upward as on an eagle’s wing
Christ’s is the final victory; O death where is thy sting!
Written By Letha Bernice Tackett
“I do believe Christ is the only hope.” Those words were written by my Mom at the end of the above poem. She was right. Christ is our only hope. If we are in Christ, death has no victory over us. She is now enjoying everlasting life. Even in my grief, I recognize that the victory is now hers and I am happy that she is soaring on Eagles wings.
Grace for the journey,
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