Under Christ's Good Hand
Under Christ's good hand
is where I want to be buried
when death comes for me in suited armor.
His chariot awaits,
but deep beneath the earth
rose two swords fenced up
in Saturn's ray.
There, a scrimmage was born,
and in confusion, rage grew--
leaving a black horse victorious.
If so that last petal plummets,
causing me to vanish off the surface of the earth,
do not bargain a casket
because under Christ's good hand
is where I shall be put to rest.