I feel its pull, heavier each day
Gravity calling me down,
Back to the dust from which I was made.
I cannot resist its claim on me
No exercise, no diet will reverse the inevitable.
I am dying.
Not immediately.
Nor even soon by human reckoning.
But in Your eternal eyes, my death is as good as done
And that is a mercy.
The King has decreed an end to sin
To its sorrow, damage and decay.
An end to the sickness in our bones.
All flesh must enter a deep sleep like Adam’s.
Even You, My Lord, bearing the sin and sorrow of this world,
Entered the sleep of the curse.
You descended into Hell
And silenced our ancient Foe.
You, My King, have died,
So I do not fear to follow.
You are the New Adam
And I am flesh of Your flesh.
Soon you will call my body up from the ground,
As You Yourself arose.
I cannot resist Your call.
No slumber, no shame, no decay can stop the rising
Of those whom You summon.
Those born again in Your image will greet You in the sky
and reign with You forever.
Resurrection is as certain, as inevitable as death
For You, My King, have decreed it.