Victory

The tree stood barren in the snow,

But with the coming spring
New buds began to form again
And burst to blossoming.

Soon all the buds will fall away
And apples start to grow
Until they’re ready to harvest
Ahead of winter’s snow.

Though life is but a season long,
Death’s lost its bitter sting.
For rebirth comes as surely as
The first warm breath of spring.

And thus it is with mortal man,
Whose life is short from strife.
Death holds no power over him
Whom Christ has given life.

1 Corinthians 15:55
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”