Death How Art Thou Poem by Phil Daniels

Oh death oh death how art thou
As they bury me beneath the sweeping bough
You look into that hole that grave
Despised oh death you cannot save

Oh death oh death where is your sting
My heart doth shout my soul doth sing
Someone came many a year before
Claimed the keys of death and hell for sure

Oh death oh death you don't surprise
My heart my soul my spirit doth arise
In His Book and carved in His palms
For you death I have no qualms

Oh death oh death I can laugh
For my Saviour has trod this path
And now with Him I'll sit on Holy seat
Poor death poor death you are beat

7/4/99