John Donne wrote a poem called,''Death,be not proud'',here are a few lines from it.
Death,be not proud,though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful,for thou art not so:
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not,poor Death,nor yet canst thou kill me.
From Rest and Sleep,which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go-
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery.
Thou'rt slave to fate,chance,kings,and desperate men,
And dost with poison,war, and sickness dwell;
And better than thy stroke. Why swell's thou then?
One short sleep past,we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more:Death,thou shalt die.
Jesus said to her,''I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me
will live,even though he dies; and whosoever lives and believes in Me will never die.Do you believe this?.
[John 11 v25-26 ]
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