A Graveyard Prayer

 

 Here I walk among the dead
A million thoughts, they fill my head
Of things I’ve done or left unsaid
Of times Iâve run – I simply fled
O, let me stand, nor fear, nor dread
When Courage demands that tears – or blood – be shed

A million memories fill my mind
Of carefree days and simpler times
Of friends I’ve known but left behind
Of trials – or miles- that broke the ties that bind
O, let me go while I can find
The strength to reason out the rhyme

A million words, they flood my soul
Of things Ive thought, or hoped, or know
Of seeds I’ve sown or yet to sow
Of where I’ve gone or have yet to go
O, let me not stay in this place
Unless, my God, I see Thy face

And sing of the Amazing Grace
Of He who gladly took my place
with sight my faith is thus replaced
I’ll step into His glad embrace
Who bore my sins and for them bled
I shall not live among the Dead!

Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here
Luke 24: 5b, 6a, King James Version of the Holy Bible

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Written Friday, January 14, 2022 from the Oakwood Cemetery in Cisco, Texas while visiting the gravesites containing the earthly remains of my kin from three generations of the Strother family, including the graves of paternal great-grandparents and grandparents.

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