He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin.
1 Corinthians 15:55A little poetry for your reading pleasure from John Donne.
O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting? (ESV)
HOLY SONNETS ... X. (aka "Death Be Not Proud")
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 soul's delivery.
Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ;
Death, thou shalt die.
For the Christian ... for the Christian now, only for the Christian, there is no fear of death, for to live is Christ and to die is gain (Philippians 1:21). Because we have been clothed with the righteousness of Christ in justification, we can face death with confidence, knowing Christ has defeated death. As we died with Him, we will be raised with Him (Rom 6:8; 2 Tim 2:11).
Like the song says ...
No guilt in life, no fear of deathIn Christ you too can be like John Donne and brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin ... not afraid to die, for death has lost its sting.
This is the power of Christ in me.
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand.
‘Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.
-Townsend/Getty, "In Christ Alone"