Dead Arise!

Last Rumpets

So bury me in wooded dale, beneath the sunny skies.
My body lies discarded there: until the dead arise.

My spirit bides – as Jesus said – with Him in paradise.
With Him I’ll wait ’til times are changed: until the dead arise.

Let flowers bloom about my feet to catch the first sunrise.
Their fragrant scent perfumes my grave: until the dead arise.

Let grow the oak above my corse, until its massive size
A sentinel above me stands: until the dead arise.

The final trumpet! Come – awake! New bodies are our guise.
We rise. We stand – on a new Earth to live immortal lives.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s