When death comes
will it come quietly
—one might say creep—
as after a hard and tiring day, one lies
and longs for sleep—
ending age and sorrow
or youth and pain?
Who dies in Christ
has all to gain
—and a Tomorrow!
Why weep?
Death may be savage.
We cannot be sure:
the godly may be slaughtered,
evil men endure;
however death may strike,
or whom,
who knows the risen Lord
knows, too, the empty tomb.
—Ruth Bell Graham