April Day

The blue sky was deceiving that early April day

for bitter gray came rushing in

The heat of that teasing spring

was replaced by the cold empty crib

Death, I had never seen your face

only tasted your shadow

I have looked upon you fully

and fully know that you leave only ugliness

where once beauty shone

You stole my treasure

while I thought the world was at peace

You crept silently in and stole my heart

while I was unaware

What you have taken I can not replace

Oh death, where is your sting?

It has left its mark upon my heart.

Oh Death, were is your victory?

I have lost to your bitter game

Your victory has left a "too small" grave.

But Death, when the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable

I will be standing in the presence of the Victor

and I will say with triumph

Death, you have not won!

Death, never again will I feel your sting!

Death never again will you leave me wounded

For my Savior has won the Victory!

1 Corinthians 15:54-55

^"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?' "