An Easter Poem

Death Swallowed Up by Cody Watson

I want to invite you to delve into this poem, a deeply personal reflection born from wrestling with death's sting and a longing for the hope found in scripture. Within these verses, you'll find echoes of 1 Corinthians 15:55 ("O death, where is your sting?") and the comforting promise of Revelation 21:4 ("He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death"). This is more than just a poem; it's a journey through present sorrow, clinging to the assurance of a future banquet (Revelation 19:9) where all is made new. I urge you to read on and discover a message of resilience and the enduring promise of a day when "the Scarred One" reigns, and our wounds are healed. I hope this Easter you will be blessed by remembering our future hope in Christ.

Oh Death, oh Death, where is your sting?

It’s found within the tiny casket.

Oh Death, oh Death, when can we sing—

Tears wiped away at the great banquet.

Oh Death, that cuts and tears us down,

Whose arms reach deep into this life.

You isolate—in you we drown,

And find ourselves in deeper strife.

Your stinger, a thorn in my side—

I pluck and pull at it all day.

Still it remains, though I have tried,

Still it holds on, though I have prayed.

You will be swallowed up one day;

I see it now, so clear in view.

Yet still I sit, and still I pray,

And trust the promised end is true.

A day when the Scarred One will reign,

When all our wounds are gone and healed,

A day of joy, no more of pain—

And hope at last is full revealed.

A feast will be prepared soon—

A feast to end all feasting.

A new song sung with ancient tune—

The song we all were dreaming,

The song that all is now made new.