My, How You’ve Changed

1 Corinthians 15:51–54 (ESV)
Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.”

My, how you’ve changed
Was the regular refrain
Each time we met again
My Grandmother and I.

My, how you’ve changed.
How you’ve grown
In one year alone,
For distance has sped my advance.

My, how you’ve changed
Since I saw you last.
Too long has passed!
But alas we’re together again.

My, how you’ve changed
It’s hard to ignore
That you’ve changed more than ever before!

Or so it seemed to her.
For I seemed the same to me
And so did she.
Until the roles reversed.

My, how you’ve changed,
For more often than not
She forgot.
This was our journey now.

My, how you’ve changed.
We sit; we rehearse
Our story’s verse.
A final I love you.

My, how you’ve changed.
Jesus whispers, “Come.”
Her spirit runs.
And she begins to give thanks.

Now I look to the day when
In new bodies arrayed
We in unison say,
My, oh my, how you’ve changed!