To Death

But Death, are you so grim on your pale horse?
Or do you guard the doorway to new life
Our Lord has promised us? Can you divorce
His pledge from its fulfillment? If the strife,
The sin, the pain that we have known are gone
In that new land to which you lead, replaced
By vision of the King's own face, then dawn
Not dark describes you, Death! All fear erased,
I hurry on across the waiting years
To meet my Maker, find fulfilled the dreams
My soul has known! Each passing day endears
My Saviour more. All transient cares are stilled.

New-granted eyes can see, as in a frame,
My face transformed and branded with his name!