Death ( part 1).

Every minute of every day someone dies of every age. The last breath from the bosom some from man some from woman. No more the shoulder to the wheel and no more emotion left to feel. A babe has died with just a day. While one has gone old and gray. A trace of sorrow on every street. As someone falls at deaths feet. Death the enemy NOT the reward, leaving the religous teachings flawed. Your eyes and your belly do not get full. As you exercise your magnetic pull. So as we walk to our long lasting house to lay down quiet, as quiet as a mouse. We wait for our conquerer our glorious King Christ who will say " death where is your victory, where is your sting"?