I (Seth) had a conversation with my flu last night. It went something like this…

Say Sickness,
Why waste both our time?
My body’s strong –
I’ll fight you off, it won’t take long

Say Mortal,
Why delay your doom?
Your strength will end –
But I will come, and come again

Say Sickness,
Still, your triumph’s lost,
For I’ve a Friend,
Whose Life will write Beginning on your end

…I’m thankful for Easter, and how it won me the third stanza!