Our Truth
Old words scribed on leaning stones
Where Scripture begs my heart to stay
Leave no impress upon my bones.
While fresh bright flowers fade away
Families die or move away,
Though grass is faithful not to stray
O’er entombed souls of yesterday
Who left God’s engraved words to stay.
Only numbers pluck my heart strings
Which John 3:16 testament promise brings.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2022
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