A Simple White Stone

A simple white stone marks the spot where Dad is laid to rest; I really wanted more for him, but yet this was the best. For though his life was full of days of hardship and of strife, And I had thought some honor’s due to those short years of life, Where he is now he doesn’t care what marks his resting place; He’s seeing splendor far more grand than a simple marble face. He’s seeing stones that shine so bright, a street of purest gold, A river flowing fresh and clear where no one will grow old. The place he often wrote about is now a land so real, And no more heartaches does he know, and no more pain he feels. As I looked at the barren ground still waiting for the stone And looked up in the sky above where now he makes his home, I wished for more than that bare spot, a simple monument, I wished right then the trump would sound and I to heaven went To meet him and to talk to him just one more long, long time, For when he was here on the earth, we wrote such hurtful lines. I knew if we could talk up there, no harsh words would be said, But now no correspondence comes, for “Daddy” now is dead. I saw the stones throughout the place where now his body lies, Some with a cross or eulogies now lifting to the skies. I wanted just a simple stone so he could see above The words inscribed there, “Safe within his wondrous arms of love.” And yet the fact is very true: he is not in that spot, He’s gone beyond the simple stone; he’s hiding in the Rock.