It is interesting what goes on in a child’s mind, how they perceive
Death and it’s mysterious ways, growing up with thoughts sometimes
Replaced with an adult’s point of view. However death is received,
There is the hope that it is not the end of this life but the beginning of
Something much better!
It arrived, it was a solem
Occasion, people were
Hesitant, I did not know why.
I tried to look in, but I was
Too small and it was too tall.
A narrow box, I was curious,
What was in it?
I tried to lift the lid, but my
Fingers could not reach.
With each attempt I became
More intent to see what this
Box meant.
As time went by I became
Older, going back to see if
Perhaps I could open it now…
I visited the box when life was
Violent and I was seeking
Silence.
Visiting a garden of rest, as
They lowered a box in the earth,
There were similarities as the
One I had seen as a child.
Then I knew it was for those who
Had ceased.
That could be me!
And then one day I fell asleep,
And was planted in the box
Reserved for me.
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Waiting to be broken and come
To new life.. To be reunited
With those I have lost,
The hope of all who trust in
Christ.
No earthly box can contain
Our souls for when it is time
To rise ‘He cries’…
Pulling us through this earth’s
Crust, thrust out of the box
To receive the heavenly
Prize, one the coffers of this
Earth cannot provide!
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