Poetry

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Have you ever noticed in a graveyard, how the stones are all the same.
Oh! Yes they’re different sizes, which each a different name.

But you can’t tell how their occupant lived, whether good or bad,
And there’s certainly no way of telling just how much they had.

But there is surely a day a coming, when all those folks will rise.
Some to Life Eternal, to A Beautiful Mansion beyond the skies.

The rest I hate to tell you, are in for a BIG SURPRISE
For they could’ve receive The Savior, but settled for the Earthly Prize.

Now I think it’s important to tell you, that there’s no in between,
It's Heaven or Hell, No Purgatory, no matter what you’ve heard or seen.

So it’s Jesus for me, whatever the storm, or come whatever may,
I wanna be right with my Heavenly Father, when I stand at Judgment Day.

Now back to that old grave yard, to lie there would bother me none.
For I’m already Seated In Heaven, and will be there when life’s race I’ve run.

Should you meet An Angel, near my headstone, I’m sure He’d make this much clear.
There’s no need for grieving, or leaving of flowers, for I tell you “He Ain’t Here”

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