Death

I went to two funerals in three days it seems like death is taking over. The second I went to the Lord showed me something. When a seed is planted, the outer part of it is dead and the shell must be removed before the life that is inside it can come through. When person who is in the grace of God dies, they don't die completely. Only the outer shell dies so the life that is inside can come through. The inside person will never die like the outside person.


I had a dream a few years ago. A lady in the community where I live, died. When I heard she died I asked around to make sure. I was told that she didn't die, she only changed address. That lady is pretty sick right now and will soon pass away from what I hear but she will only pass from this life to the next.


From the moment of conception, death stalks like a ravenous wolf. It wants to destroy and kill. Eventually, death will catch up to all of us. The Bible says it is appointed unto men once to die. This is an appointment that we can't get excused from. It will take place for all of us.


Death came calling in Egypt one night. God sent word that whoever had the blood of a first born lamb on their door posts and lintels, that death would pass over them. The first born of all in Egypt who didn't have the blood applied were visited by death. Death had caught up to them even some in their youth.


God gave the Pharaoh time to repent but Pharaoh refused. He failed to heed the warnings that were given to him. None of us know when death will come. We must be prepared to meet it because it can come at any time. Death does not care how old or young you are. It wants to devour and that is all it wants to do.


Death

This poem has three line stanzas with the first two lines of each stanza rhyming. The last line of each stanza rhyme with one another. I am not sure if this is a known form of poetry or not. This is just how it came out when I wrote it. I hope you enjoy it very much.


The final breath was taken
That day our world was shaken
Is this the end of all things?

The covering remained still
And there was an intense chill
What will the next moment bring?

Will this be the end of life?
Our suffering turned to strife?
Our day spent in great weeping

The shell spreads the soul departs
We feel a heat in our hearts
As if we hear angels sing

A flower blooms deep red hues
Fabricated to amuse
Like a fresh life in the spring

For those covered by the blood
Grace moves in like a flood
Death is now a beginning.



John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

John 11:26 And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?



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