here’s a poem i wrote for my dad’s funeral. may it encourage and comfort you…
Death’s Victory Is Brief
By John Underdown
The way of the cross is never easy, You said,
The best life is not now but yet to come.
The seed shall not sprout until it is dead.
The pilgrim shan’t rest until he is home.
Life’s battle is long, yet Death’s victory is brief,
Robbed by You, Lord, at the coming of dawn.
So after a saint’s pain, follows great relief,
And sorrows and troubles will be mem’ries soon gone.
Now take this dear one in gentlest sleep,
To Your throne’s side where sin is not seen.
And lead him in safety as an innocent sheep,
To graze out in pastures of emerald green.
Yet we here below continue to mourn,
As we grieve for our loss at Death’s cold hand.
But hope still remains and Life be reborn,
When on the day of rising together we’ll stand.