an unauthorised visit
to the grave of one I knew so well
and loved and laughed and played with
unaware that all the while I played
I was dead and buried
My death certificate fully on display
in the garden of Jo of Arimathea
And grace sat closely by my side
and pointed at the tombstone where it read
"Buried here in 33 A.D ..
Steeped into the death of one who bled on Calvary"
The blurred name more and more familiar now
upon the weathered mossy stone .................
Yes! No doubt about it .. it was my very own.
Still lured to leave the path of peace ..
a rattling as ancient bits of bones rewound the tape of former foolishness
and there I lay... feeling one million volts of long abandoned lust ..
Proverbs threatened me the Rephaim, the fallen fools, were there ...
But Grace whispered I was justified and soon to meet the Christ in the aer
Around the darkened graveyard
a myriad of professeurs struggling to bury their own dead
and keep them buried
so I rose and fled and slipped away
and fled and faltered .. and finally fled
Grace washed away all putrefaction from my soul
and cleansed the hands soiled by sinning clay
Then both myself and grace held hands and sang our way on high ..
looking towards that soon appointment in the sky!
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