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._