Death Always Wins At the End
LXXIX
Death always wins the struggle at the end
Despair without delay then comes unbend
Depress the mind that often would extend
Discourage hearts when all our strength we spend
Despite of this we seldom condescend
Defeat to that which we cannot contend
Defend ourselves from whom we must depend
Disproves to us that death is not our friend
Deserted grave lay open that was lend
Dark emptiness three days that need expend
Due to the Lord of life the cave did rend
Delivers hope to all that he would send
Delightful day when heaven’s Lord descends!
Death’s reign ends when our soul to Christ commend
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
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