Death--Conquered

Two pieces of wood,
Together in the shape of a cross,
And a man, dying,
Looks down at me (us).
This cross--this death
Holds more meaning
Than anyone could imagine.
He died for me (us).
He dies for my (our) sins.
With his death,
I (we) have hope.
Look up at him,
Feel his love for you (us);
A love that is willing
To die for you (us),
But, death is not the end--
No, it is only the beginning.
Because, with his death,
I (we) need not fear death,
My (our) death is conquered.
We are brought to eternal life.