Mortal’s Marquee

Facades of granite can’t displace
the reality of this solemn place
Souls of those in heaven’s embrace
Peacefully abide

No pretense found upon the face
of stones that mark this resting place
Runner has finished his final race
Pride now laid aside

Numbers etched on mortal’s marquee
Speaks of time which passes swiftly
From my grasp it will always flee
Can’t hold back the tide

Gather round me spirits set free
Sing songs of sure eternity
Whisper to me beneath this tree
Do not my presence chide

Long on this earth I shall not be
The face of God I’m called to see
No fear in that, you will agree
Loves us as His bride

We leave this world with little trace
(except for love seen upon our face)
Placed there by touch of Maker’s grace
With Him we will reside

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