Since therefore the children share in flesh and blood, he himself likewise partook of the same things, that through death he might destroy the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, and deliver all those who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery.
John Donne, an awful sinner who was saved by Jesus’ grace, was a poet most of us had to study in English 101.
His life story was one of folly and fancy… He was a Dorian Gray of the medieval world. Yet when he was converted, his whole outlook changed. He became quite chaste and focused on Christ. As he looked down the barrel of yet another plague going through his countryside he wrote this poem … a vitriolic poem… rooted in Christ’s salvation from the fear of death:
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…
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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