Reflections

I walk among these weathered stones,
That cast their shadow o’er wilted bones,
And wonder what if it should be,
That I were them and they were me.

Then, they should live and love and toil,
And I should lie beneath the soil:
No more to feel the morning sun
Or cooling breeze, when day is done ...

But lie at rest ‘til heavens call,
To judgment day for one and all;
To answer for your deeds on earth,
And weigh the scales of heavenly worth.

I know some dead would dearly crave
A second chance, their soul to save.
But, once they end their earthly strife,
Too late to change their score in life.

So, o’er I hear from heavens throne,
I want my choices to be known.
While on this earth I daily trod,
I want to walk in the ways of God.