Death vs. Life: A Poem
All I've seen of life is tragedy, wrapped in a scarlet bow,
Sin, death, and scorn, if there's happiness, it doesn't plainly show,
What is quite ironic is that God beat death and sadness with some of His own,
To conquer life lost and unparalleled pain, He met it with the same tragic tone,
Most may think that death can't be conquered by its own self, though guilt ridden and gory,
But the Author of Life became guilty Death to write a blood-filled love story,
Trust in your Maker, not just because He created your meager existence,
He took Your place of punishment, became the depths of your sin with one loving glance,
Accept the vitality He offers, to rise again as He did after three grace days,
Scorn death, sin, and evil as He did, embrace Him as He does you in all of His loving ways.