On Death

Death, thou art a harden’d crook! Trying souls unwary to hook; By the waters of a brook; Few elderly to book. Never art thou better than Birth! Without which, no soul gets Mirth; By Baptism, the Soldier of God Enters His Abode, of the Lord. Fie Death! Thou art a fool to steal Souls unready to die- I feel; But only through thy cruel Kiss, Open the gates to Heaven’s Bliss. God, He redeemed this sinful world Through you; To show His love, I’m told; His Resurrection proved Him God! By thee, man goes to His Abode. Man dies by fire, water, soil; Soul climbs the celestial trail; The unwary cannot get bail! One day, all must to Him set sail. Some day, man will have to die! And in the grave, rest for a while; The body, soul shall then live come, For His Judgment, from every tomb!