WHAT DO WE HEAR?

What sounds do we hear in these sacred temple halls?
Is it the sound of many reverent, hushed footfalls?
No, it is the sound of silence, of too many empty chairs,
And sighs of anguish from the dead’s unanswered prayers.

The weeping is around us in the gentle summer rain,
Their sighs the wind, as waiting souls plead in vain.
They long to hear their names whispered reverently,
So they can start their journey onto eternal glory.

But they wait with dreary hearts, their souls so sad,
Those who have accepted the gospel should be glad,
They are no longer lost, they have found the way
Of truth and righteousness, be sealed as families one day.

But they feel that they’ve been waiting for someone to come
Into God’s holy temple so their work may all be done,
Are you too busy to hear them calling so very clear?
“Please come, for we are waiting, come friends so dear.”

Outside the world is busy, people rushing everywhere,
Most of them happy and free from trouble and care,
Could they stop and take time to set a dead soul free
From prison, so send someone rejoicing into eternity?

M Ann Margetson © June 24, 2000
2000/Whatdowehear

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