Two Dates My Epitaph

Corrupted from the womb,
Consigned to damning tomb -
Two dates my epitaph.
Soon chiseled upon stone,
Story of my life.

_Yet He came forth!_ _First a babe _
_From virgin womb,_ _Then a man_
_From virgin tomb._

A babe delivered,
By mother's anguish,
_Grew to receive _
Sin's imputation
And the death it brings.

A man raised,
By Spirit's power,
Now victorious
Over sin's invasion
And death's vain sting.

_So now I,_
_United to Him,_
_Have two dates my epitaph_
_As my life's story_
_No more._
Barry York

Barry York

Sinner by Nature - Saved by Grace. Husband of Miriam - Grateful for Privilege. Father of Six - Blessed by God. Professor at RPTS - Serve with Thankfulness.

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