O Death

How quickly things can change.  A cold grave greets us today.  Wasn’t it just a short week ago when our King rode triumphantly into Jerusalem?  What happened?

“Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul”

This song is a man’s conversation with Death.  It is prayer of pleading and bargaining, yet Death will not yield.  Ralph Stanley’s a cappella haunt is perfect for today (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHVWpieH4z0).

Death is a cruel master.  He comes and brings hopelessness and sorrow.  There is nothing that will satisfy this end except your eternal self.

“Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul”

Is there any hope for us?  Is death our eventual end?  How can it be that our Savior lies dead in a stone cold tomb?  I miss His welcoming arms, His smile, the way He made my heart sing.  Without Him, I don’t think I can go on.  If Death is my only surety, I must keep it away as long as I can.  I fear Death.

“O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year?”