Those Who Are Dead

 We may be different, in body and soul...

And perhaps in attitude, we may achieve our goal.

But the one who sits, on the throne on high...

Calls us by name, without telling us why.

We are one body and we are one bread.

And we represent Jesus, to those who are dead.

Where we go, He will know, for there are seeds to sow.

And the cup of the blessings, will forever grow.

Once upon a time, our fathers walked the earth.

And they cried out to God, for all HE was worth.

The deeds and the dice, that were

cast on the ground....

Became the legacies, we should never spread around.

Be what you must, but know there's a cost.

For choices you make, might cause you to be lost.

Keep your eyes on the prize, for the day will soon come.

When the gathering of saints, will be ripe like a plum.