In lands where shadows whisper, veiled and low,
Where secrets dance in the eternal flow,
If living souls could hear the silent truth
That echoes in the realms where spirits go,
They'd turn their hearts, in every age and youth,
To follow Him who is the Way, the Truth.

For Jesus, Christ, with love's unending light,
Guides through the darkest hour of soul's night.
His words, like stars, illuminate the path,
Leading from earthly pain to heavenly height.
In Him, the sting of death loses its wrath,
And life blooms eternal in His aftermath.

So if the living knew what dead recall,
The truths that lie beyond our mortal wall,
They'd see in Christ a love that never dies,
A beacon for each heart, a clarion call.
In every corner of the world, the skies
Would echo with the joy of love's reprise.

But faith, a bridge 'twixt seen and unseen lands,
Is built on trust, not sight, in heart's own hands.
For those who seek, the answers shall unfold,
In whispers of the wind, in sea's soft sands.
In Christ, the mysteries of life are told,
A love so vast, so deep, so pure, so bold.

January 20, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop