Flesh and blood has no merit
In itself to inherit
The imperishable kingdom of God.
But listen to this mystery,
The eternal King of glory
Has purchased us with his own blood.
We will not all sleep
In graves dark and deep,
Passing through death’s portal.
But this flesh, fallen and faltered
Will be gloriously altered,
Raised in life immortal.
The trump of God will sound,
The dead raised from the ground,
Imperishable forever and ever.
Death will be swallowed up in victory,
Conquered by the King of glory,
A bond that cannot be severed.
Thanks be to God!
He gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
(from 1 Corinthians 15.50-57)