Death

Death. Many have fallen away, they don't stay, blown away like leaves on an autumn breeze. Death. Comes knocking on every door,he will not leave however much you implore. The doctor shakes his head, your heart fills with dread. Death. He's pain and fear, a stinging whisper in your ear. There is darkness and panic, no joy, and so much sadness. Death. You have no more power, where is your sting? Someone has risen to destroy you, you fiend. The battle will be brutally bloody and cruel. Many have gone already and many are going to. Death. True victory has been promised. For those that trust in the Son the battle over Death has already been won!