Those icy fingers, cold and twisted
Reach for souls in worlds of grey
The greatest fear: of no tomorrow
Fingers close, light dissipates
The reaper grim with laughter mocking
Snatches breath, corroding hope
The sickle falls, all joy depleted
Coins are placed, departs the boat
From where, in all this damnable ill
Does the monster spring to kill?
To rip from hearts with unmatched skill
To empty all that should be filled?
A garden…. yes
A garden of beauty, serene and filled
With goodness, life, and God to meet
A warning of justice, you shall not eat
Deceit from a slithering, boastful beast
The parents of all mankind stretch out
Frail hands not yet weigh down with shame
To take the fruit Good had forbid
And plunge all souls to endless pain
“The soul that sins,” justice declares
“Will fall under the blade of hate”
The reaper birthed to stalk greytown
To bring about this destined fate
And so for sons of Adam’s fall
And all the daughters eve did spawn
Though wrestle long the reaper grim
Through righteous fight or daring sin
The monster death will come to call
And all mankind will one day fall
Yes, ALL mankind will one day fall
Yet …. yes, yet
To this stage of broken hopes
Eternal life descends to prove
That justice stands yet love prevails
Through Christ the blood-soaked Substitute
He hangs in death, ground to the dust
Beneath the gleam of reaper’s blade
He marches from the tomb alive
Once more eternal life to claim
The reapers blade is shattered glass
The serpent coils with mortal wounds
With thunder shakes the garden floor
The heel of triumph executes
And that voice….
The voice of waters many deep
Pierces fear with glad repeats
I am the resurrection for
All souls who know me as the truth
I am the joy, in me you live
I have dismantled Satan’s ruse
I am the hope for troubled souls
I am all grace when hope is gone
I am the life, in me come die
For Death’s no sting, I am alive.