death – a poem
death
a poem by Simon Camilleri
I’m not afraid of death
I have no fear to take that final breath
I have no need to clasp
And clammer to hold my life within my grasp
Death has no sting
When your life is held by life’s King
See, I have already faced
My death when Jesus died in my place
He died my death for me
Exhausting my sin’s deserved death penalty
What could I do
But repent from my allegiance to
The sin that caused his death
Opening my empty hands to receive this gift
In the blinking of an eye
My life estranged from Life did die
And it was then
That my new life was born again
And so I now fear not
That my body will one day begin to rot
My end already came
My death certificate already framed
My funeral is done
And now my everlasting afterlife has come
And though I still
In some sense live in wait until
Jesus returns again
I do not live in fear of the end
When I farewell mortality’s strife
I won’t face death – but more and better life
So now I am free to live
A life where I am free to give
Free to bless
With blissful self-forgetfulness
Without a thought
Of holding on to what I’ve bought
For Jesus’ sacrifice
Has bought my life and paid the price
That I could never pay
And so for him I live today and every day
Free of fear
Even as death draws daily near
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“Jesus shared in our humanity so that by his death
he might break the power of him who holds the power of death — that is, the devil —
and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.”
(Hebrews 2:14-15)
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“Listen, I tell you a mystery:
We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed –
in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.
For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality.
When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality,
then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
(1 Corinthians 15:51-57)
(2522)
I’m actually reading the passage from Corinthians at my wife’s Nan’s funeral tomorrow. Timely…