Death, you bring such great sorrow
Like the sting of rain on a cold day
Death, you take my will for tomorrow
And chase all my good dreams away
Where did all my loved ones go?
What happened to the times we shared?
I begged for them to stay, but no,
They were taken and I left, scared
Would I ever see my friends again?
How can I be sure where they are?
Maybe there's life beyond grave, I'll pretend
I'm not sure heaven is real so far
Then I heard the gentle crash
Of peace against the raging emotion
I had tried so hard to stash
In the depths of my depressed ocean
Can it be true that there is One
Who conquered the grave's nasty sting?
One who did what they said couldn't be done
And causes my soul to sing?
Hallelujah, Death, you don't scare me now
I no longer cower when you appear
When I die, I'll be safe and sound
With my Savior holding me near
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This poem explores the intense feeling a person may feel when they are not sure that they know Heaven is a real place and are completely overwhelmed and depressed by thoughts of death or wondering what happened to their loved ones. After reading poetry of Emily Dickinson in Lit class, I realized that her poems focused so much on death because she was trying to understand it and what would happen to her when I died. I wrote this from the perspective of someone like her who is searching for the truth and in the end finds God.
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