Jury To A Stone: Drew Lancaster

I'm a jury to stones

Covered by names

One was loved much

One just a little

His stone was small

Nature is sometimes unkind

Surface cracking little by little

One lay by his love

One was all aone

His name somewhat covered

By the weeds thickly grown

One read he was good

One read he was now home

One read nothingness

A single date chizzled stone

Some had crosses

Some covered with bears

Seems those were very young

To ever care about a prayer

Tears stained somes surface

Someone missed them so

Flowers of plenty

For their losses to be known

In life were they so diferent

Some rich, some poor

Some lives filled with shame

Looking now you would not judge

Now they all look the same

Why judge a face, a name

Show compassion to those

Those this world has plenty delt pain

Love as if you were blind

Never seeing flaws

Sometimes with our eyes open

We are tempted to find justable cause

When this life ends

If our production is flawless

There is still no curtain call

You will hear no applause

Some will remember your face

Some may recall your fame

All will know you were loved

Because the least on your stone

Blessed by God will wear your name

So I will tell you my friends

In the end when we lie below

No possesions, no trusts

No ribbons, no bows

Nothing we have is left to claim

My friend the slate will be clean

We will all be the same