Monday, August 4, 2014

The Living Dead

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

Am I truly alive? are you?

Ephesians 2: 1-10...

By Grace Through Faith (KJV)


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