Of Flesh and Soul

The flesh is but the temple harboring the ageless soul

The pride of life a ripple where time’s quickened hours roll

And soon we set aside its boast to sleep beneath the sod

The flesh adheres, from dust to dust; the soul returns to God

The adjournment of mortal woe meets our mortal gaze

But the immortal none can know in full until that place

When we stand before God alone to receive our reward

And tardy pleas cannot atone for truth that we ignored

‘Whosoever calls upon God’s name will be set free’

Grace opens wide its gate and mercy appeals patiently

The day of grace with our last breath and Time will dissipate

The flesh returns to dust; the soul meets God at Heaven’s gate

The gods of self and this old world are never satisfied

The God of Heaven spilled His blood; our ransom crucified

‘It is finished’ Love supreme cries out for you and me

‘Whosoever calls upon His name will be set free’

© Janet Martin