And When from Death I’m Free…
—American folk hymn verse
Beyond my sixtieth year
Shingles drop from the roof.
The foundation has some cracks.
Weathered façade wears proof.
When in the late afternoon
As evening shadows fall,
Birds glide to roost under boughs;
Sun sets—once and for all.
When I breathe my curfew breath,
I know who holds life’s key—
Because He rose triumph,
I’ll live eternally.
Song line from Apple Festival
“Can’t no grave hold my body down—”
Not then, not now, nor age begun:
When Almighty God’s trumpet sounds1
His own shall rise from terra’s ground,
For He said, “Let the thirsty come.”2
1 1 Thess. 4:16, 2 Rev.22:17