Here is a poem I wrote this week. It isn't very good so I'll also post Holy Sonnet X by John Donne after it.
Oh God, grant me death
that my sin would also die.
Death will not kill me
but heal and free my
soul which part loves
you and in part defies.
Death will not end me
but end the little deaths
I die every day;
I die in every breath
apart from you in lust,
in greed, in wrath.
Death is not my doom,
it is my liberty.
Holy Sonnet X
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
-John Donne
Galatians says that it is for freedom that Christ has set us free, but if we are free why does sin still seem like such a powerful fetter? The bible says we are free from the law of sin and death. In another place it says that we are free from the fear of death. Death is not the end for a follower of Christ, it is the final emancipation of the believer. Through Jesus God stole away the power of Satan's greatest tool. How awesome is our God!