Monday, 10 November 2014
RIP to the Munroes!
In his desire for fellowship
He made us, granting us sonship
Of all He made, He chose the dust
Which, on the surface, covers the earth’s crust
To us, dominion gave
Putting us far above servants and slaves
Over all He made
Our feet trample unpaid
From Him, power we receive
With which ideas we conceive
Yet, our limitation is death
From everyone it snatches away breath
From the Philistine giant
Who paraded himself with arrogance
To the humble dwarf of Israel
In whose home Christ supped in marvel
The great and mighty will fall
The small and mean will fall
In the tomb will lay our carcass
Eaten up by worms with no canvass
How it comes, we choose not
When it comes, we know not
But in the hope of resurrection we bask
As we execute our earthly task
So, I bid goodbye to sorrows
Knowing, with joy, lay in wait the Munroes!
(c) Mondayspeaks
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