THE GRAVES

As I continue to update this blog I have been reading some of my older posts. I just came across a poem called “The Graves” and as I read it I could feel the intense burden for the lost.  A very poignant and evangelistic poem indeed …

The Graves

(by Elizabeth Burke, 2004, printed with permission)

One cloudy restless Sabbath Day,

I went in search of where he lay.

So pensively I picked my way,

Past ancient headstones and decay.

* * *

Celtic crosses in the mist,

Coloured gravestones, raindrop-kissed,

Crying curlew overhead,

Wooden crosses, unknown dead.

* * *

The old, the young, the rich, the poor,

A child, a babe…. a grief to endure;

A nobleman, a pauper, a puritan, a thief:

Death knows no boundary, and nor doth grief.

* * *

Who were these within their day,

Whose bodies now lie clothed in clay?

Were they told, or did they see

That Jesus died all souls to free?

* * *

And then I thought on the living-dead,

For whom His precious blood was shed,

And how I wished that they could be

Joyful, saved, from sin set free.

* * *

Oh, how I longed to talk with him,

Before the flickering light grew dim,

But hope had drowned in the Great Forever,

Where land and riches matter never.

* * *

So, brother, sister we must go –

Tell loved-one, neighbour, friend and foe,

For how can we so silent be…

If we love the Author of Eternity?

Matthew 10:32-33 Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.

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