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.