(Most recent one)
Death Be Not Proud, Rejoinder
The hand tick-tocks. The grandfather clock chimes
In the hallway. The seasons of life blur
As decades pass like a hummingbird’s whirr—
The mirror shows our face past April’s prime.
Shall we boldly query Where shall souls go?
Are all destined, bound for a “better place”
Regardless of what evil they embraced?
Ignored the lost caught in life’s undertow?
There is no death. We all shall blink awake.
The Light of life frees all from fear of death *
And fills their souls with His eternal breath—
For those who enter through the narrow gate *
And follow Him. There is the broader way
A soul can take that ends at Judgment Day. *
*Hebrews 2:15, Matt. 7:13-16, 2 Pet.3:7