My previous post that included a collection of chapters curated from various resources by the folks at www.wtsbooks.com included a few devotions from A Small Book for the Anxious Heart: Meditations on Fear, Worry, and Trust by Ed Welch. I present one of those devotions here for your reading and edification below. The passage from Hebrews 2 that Welch quotes in this is one that I have had laid before me a few times in my reading of late. I guess when God starts repeating himself, I need to listen, huh?
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.