The joy in death (sorrow)

Jesus lay pale and still
On the cross of Calvary,
As the shadow of death touched him,
It took away his pulse and will
And made his vision dim.

But death advanced like a hungry brute
No mercies did he give
For he had chosen another place
For Jesus' soul to live.

His vision was dim, his heart beat slow,
For death had won him over
And the veils of death over him did pour
And covered his body forever.

Death! Oh Death! Full of hatred and spite
Spares not a living soul
And plunges us into disastrous plights
Even before we have completed Our role.

But Jesus Christ rose again
From death to give us the eternal life
Joy filled the skies, the heaven
To welcome Jesus once again.