Death pursues us, every one,
All beneath the burning sun.
Hounds the people of the earth,
From the first day of their birth.
No one knows their coming date
With the reaper, he won’t be late.
One thing’s certain, one thing’s sure,
Our life here’s illness, death’s the cure.
Cheat it till another day,
It bides its time when it will say,
“Come now, pilgrim, time is up,
time to drink my bitter cup.”
No place to run, no place to hide,
No one holds back the turning tide.
To those who have no fear of God,
See only ashes, see only sod.
“We are now, but shall be not,
Our soul like body will only rot.”
Oh foolish thinker do you pretend?
Did you make death? Did you make men?
For death’s a curtain and hides our eyes
From God’s wrath, or from His prize.
All our good, all our bad,
Even all thoughts we’ve ever had.
Wait for us behind the curtain,
God says it’s so and this is certain.
Our sins will surely find us out,
So wash your robes inside the fount.
The crimson tide of Jesus blood,
Removes the stain of sin’s dark mud.
Do it now for time is fleeting,
And no one knows their day of meeting.
Of death the taker of body and soul,
Wrath for some, for other’s crowns of gold.
Tertius
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life.
The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.”
John 11:25
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away.
Revelation 21:4
A note about “The Curtain”: Everybody (unbelievers) acts as though it will never catch up with them, and when they do acknowledge it they (unbelievers) disregard all of Jesus’ teaching about it.