Death will be no More

In this old world that is fraught of cruelty

Immuring humankind in pain with ferocity

All are victims of an inconspicuous enemy

It thumps and thwacks everyone incessantly

Here and there, a wandering enemy that always cometh

Never would any human could restrain its strength

Neither would anyone discern its depth

Who would ever have known the outset of death?

Now one of my loved ones has been again stolen

Gone and lifeless in an unforgettable occurrence

Ruthless and uncontrolled and could never be undone

An unsparing blow anyone would cry upon

Could this really be the course of human life?

Be born, grow up, get old and be wakerife?

Could there be any sensible answers to my questions that are left?

Can anyone ever tell me why people grow old, get sick and sleep in death?

I may now be weeping, grieving and saddened

But I'm glad that in everything, even in death, I know this isn't the end

The hope that I have for the future is promising and certain

That death will be no more, neither sorrow and woe nor pain

God's word, the Bible, promises about lost lives that could be regained

Our lost loved ones will be raised from the dead and we will see them again

In a world devoid of cruelty we will live with them

Under a perfect condition where death would never ever any mouth be spoken