ENGRAVED
IN STONE
I
looked on in sorrow
As
they placed him in the grave;
I
knew he wasn’t a Christian,
He’d
never claimed to be saved.
The
minister was very encouraging
With
the things he had to say;
But
I’m afraid his words were futile,
They
couldn’t take his sin away.
What
he must have thought!
At
that moment when he died;
becoming
suddenly, fearfully aware
That
his soul was still alive.
Finding
his “self righteous” life
had
been lived in vain;
Shamefully
discovering salvation
Is
only found in Jesus’ name.
His
loved ones placed upon his grave
Crosses,
angels and such;
A
desperate attempt by humans
To
give him a spiritual touch.
I
read the words on his tombstone,
A
beautiful epitaph written well;
But
sadly, I knew this monument
Was
to one who had gone to Hell.
So
a question was raised within me
That
each must answer alone...
Where
will your soul be
When
your name’s engraved in stone?
“And
many of those who sleep in the dust
of
the ground will awake, these to everlasting life,
but
the others to disgrace and everlasting contempt."
Daniel 12:2 (NASB)
Copyright
A. Mitchell Moore, Jr.
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