Engraved
O! To touch the name of a loved one passed
when etched upon the ground…
To trace each letter and number engraved
which flowers now surround…
To view the place where green grass grows
upon the leveled mound…
While hearing a bird from a sheltering tree
sing out a joyful sound…
Is almost more than the soul should bear
if lost and not soon found.
O! To see the endless weathered markers
be they wood, metal or stone…
To show strength against the elements
some eroded and windblown…
To know so many have been taken away
from this life, now come and gone…
Are loved ones we grew to rely upon
and family we have never known…
Is almost more than the soul could bear
if we had to stand alone.
O! To wander amongst the field of flowers
that mark each and every grave…
To feel emotions flow right through the soul
like a grand and giant wave…
To know that there are streets of gold
which have tenderly been paved…
For all of us to tread upon
through His Son, we shall be saved…
Is never too much for the soul to bear
if we take what Jesus gave.
c. June 1, 2005
...for the hour is coming,
in the which all that are in the graves
shall hear His voice,
and shall come forth.
St. John 28, 29
when etched upon the ground…
To trace each letter and number engraved
which flowers now surround…
To view the place where green grass grows
upon the leveled mound…
While hearing a bird from a sheltering tree
sing out a joyful sound…
Is almost more than the soul should bear
if lost and not soon found.
O! To see the endless weathered markers
be they wood, metal or stone…
To show strength against the elements
some eroded and windblown…
To know so many have been taken away
from this life, now come and gone…
Are loved ones we grew to rely upon
and family we have never known…
Is almost more than the soul could bear
if we had to stand alone.
O! To wander amongst the field of flowers
that mark each and every grave…
To feel emotions flow right through the soul
like a grand and giant wave…
To know that there are streets of gold
which have tenderly been paved…
For all of us to tread upon
through His Son, we shall be saved…
Is never too much for the soul to bear
if we take what Jesus gave.
c. June 1, 2005
...for the hour is coming,
in the which all that are in the graves
shall hear His voice,
and shall come forth.
St. John 28, 29
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