They Will Hear
They are lights of candles put off
Their screams and laughs are silenced
They are deep roots pulled off
Inflicting pain and tears, they are licensed
They can no longer harm the living
But their memories are too much to bear
Sleepless nights due to overthinking
Once a dream, now turning to a nightmare
One may feel despair
losing all hopes, like cards on hand
felt like no one you could share
prejudiced that no one can understand
but found in an old scripture
it was written, a promise of hope
it was not our design as creature
a good reason for us not to mope
to a future not very distant for now
all who lie beneath the tombstones will rise
don't be bedazzled, don't ask how
all will be resurrected and revitalized
all of the dead will be able to hear
Jehovah's words and bring them to life
It will all be a Grand Reunion
Children to parents, Husband to Wife
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