The living dead trample the morning without noticing its gift
They finger flowers; pluck them like a nose-gay set adrift
The living dead, with unbowed head glorify gods of greed
With emptiness they fill but cannot satisfy their need
The living dead have never wept with wonder at God’s grace
For such a debt as sin, a perfect Jesus took our place
They inhale-exhale hunger while they seek but cannot find
What they are looking for amongst the blind leading the blind
The living dead stuff mouths with bread yet never pray or pause
To kneel upon the sod God fills with sustenance for us
The living dead walk, run, like, laugh yet never really live
Slave to the grave; ever they crave what God alone can give
© Janet Martin
Ann used the phrase ' It’s time to be tired of being the living dead.'
Am I truly alive? are you?
Ephesians 2: 1-10...
By Grace Through Faith (KJV)
2 Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:
3 Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others.
7 That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus.
10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.