As I walk among the stones I contemplate the buried bones

I wonder of their hurried lives-their friends and children and lovely wives

What were their hopes when they were young

As they climbed life’s ladder wrung by wrung

And were those hopes ever fulfilled

Or were they dashed and their spirits chilled

I suppose that we will never know

What truly lies beneath the weeds that grow

But it would be nice if they had a life

That was free of pain or care or strife

‘Cause in the end THAT is or hope

That God will give us the strength to cope

To await the day when we will meet

Our beloved Savior in Heaven so sweet

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