Tell Me Again

Tell me again

how death lost its sting.

Remind me of how

you made everything.

Show me the glow

of your evermore.

Illumine the rooms

You go for me, before.

Lend me your staff

That I might lean.

Spare me the rod,

it’s comfort I need.

When does the lion

lie down with the lamb?

When in the hell

are you coming again?

Jericho’s walls are crumbling down.

Hearts are crumbling,

do you hear the sound?

It whispers, it screams:

“Why am I my brother’s keeper?

Try as I might, I just couldn’t keep her.”

So tell me again

how death lost its sting.

Remind me of how

you made everything.

LTM 8/25/23