As I walk into the funeral,
There’s no sadness, grief or tears,
But faces full of wonder,
No more plagued by fears.
No flowers for the family,
Not a wailing soul in sight.
The clothes weren’t black or mournful,
But bright garments of white.
No one weighed down by their sorrow,
Or grief too strong to bear.
I hear laughter and celebration,
There’s excitement in the air.
I thought this a strange occurrence,
Who is this funeral for?
It’s the only one I’ve been to,
Where weeping is no more.
I approach the funeral director,
“Who’s in the casket ma’am?”
She said his name was Death,
He had been slain by the Lamb.