Posts Tagged ‘They All Stay’

Here” is the place for toys great, medium, or small,

“Here” is the arena for games of chance or of ball,

“Here” is the land for buildings spacious and tall,

‘Here” is where all the above stay.


There is, Thank God, beyond the blue clear,

Where the folly of all we’ve held so dear,

Will fully, honestly, in cheapness appear,

And live there is one grand, glorious Day.


There is a place where streets are made of gold,

A land where bodies and souls are never sold,    

The hope of the holy and at the same time bold,

The road to such serenity is called the Narrow Way.


Release your hold on fleeting toys of this short life,

Give in to God.  Give help to men.  Stop selfish strife.

Take your children, your siblings, your noble wife.

“You must be born again” and friend you also may!

– eab, 3/25/08

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