Death's Grave

    Reed and I are on a weekend getaway to Helena. We wanted to do something special to celebrate Tracy's birthday, but we cannot get away from thinking about his death. Though we have many good memories of him here, this is also the place he died. I trust Jesus' words in John 11, that those who believe in Him do not see death, but what I see are all the empty places where my son used to be. I wish I could see as the Lord does, without the long years and great distance between earth and heaven. In Revelation 20, death is personified and thrown into the lake of fire. I, too, take death very personally. I want it to pay for the pain it causes. We were not meant to say goodbye.

 

Death's Grave

 

It's hard, when sorrow's grasp clings on,

not to believe that death has won.

They live, but still earth-bound, it's we

who see the death they did not see. 

 

Death, whose bitter pain we know-

through the cross a vanquished foe-

an everlasting funeral pyre

awaits you in the lake of fire. 

Though here on earth your power is great,

the resurrection sealed your fate.

For now, you reign with fearful voice,

soon you will grieve and we'll rejoice.

 

5/2/25