I became acquainted with this poem quite a while ago when the author left a comment on my blog. It so touched my heart that I asked her at that time if I could post the poem on my site. She graciously said yes. The poem was written by Elizabeth Burke, a born again Christian, and it surely comes from the depths of an evangelistic heart burdened for the lost. The poem came to mind again recently as I thought about the brevity of life and the many in my family who are not saved. The love of God and the love of souls compels us to evangelize.
A poignant and evangelistic poem …
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?
(by Elizabeth Burke, 2004, printed with permission)
2 Corinthians 5:20 Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ’s stead, be ye reconciled to God.