Oh, cries my nature, enemy death, I fear thee,
many days ruined with many a tear of fear,
what darkness are you; why bother me
brought to my mind by fleeting life.
Dark fills my heart, thoughts on thee bring no comfort
as, save by faith, we are never free;
can there be time in eternity rises a vain retort,
when no clocks chime or suns rise?
Missing and ignored the end of self,
death from it to all other yearnings of
minds and hearts held by pride, lust and wealth,
the modern, dominant vision no one says they see.
Why don't all see Jesus hung upon the cross
fixed by sin and nails as death, not secretly, drew close;
what tortures the Lamb bore to His life's loss
though gaining its enemy also slain.
United to Him may my fears be;
I then fly to meet binding darkest death
I too lowered from the wood to His she
and to the grave, graced by Whom it could not hold.
Jesus, only He, fix my mind's eye,
which gate You first opened and came through
in a morning and shone, with brightness;
my now-sister calls me to die
and see eternal things, not an end.
Having pondered Truth I have sight,
and because of Him, Oh, cries my soul anew,
Sister death, I claim thee by right,
who always, though naturally, I flew.
Brother Not, sfo