Death searches the flowers,
 birds and trees.
 Death has come,
 from the body it frees.

 Death can never conquer one.
 All it does is set me free.
 Death came.  I flew away
 to the arms of Christ, you see!

 Death can’t hold me,
 ’cause Jesus Christ raised me.
 His precious face then,
 I shall forever see.

 “Victory in Christ”,
 my song shall be …
 Because He defeated sin,
 and death to save me!

 © by Howard Vern Nicholson  realvern@compuage.com