Christian
Why seek ye living by the dead Today the Angels call Just like the lore of yesteryear Great men they come and fall The giants we knew of long ago Who kept our laws intact Towering figures in our lives Lie now in graveyards black And what of gadgets, phones and sticks Which in our world distract Failing plastic bits of iron Which keep our minds intact? Yet none can keep us from His call To silenced quietened minds Through the music and loud words His silence waits through time A silence we ourselves must find To commune with our hearts To slowly roll the stone away To brighter clearer facts And in the tomb he lay so still Alone as man can be And there he found Himself with God To understand and see Upon our tomb of worldly lives And answers we must find Alone we go with Jesus' hand To find our rest inside For no worldly shiny thing Can give the peace we seek Only trusting in His word Can make us whole and meek A day ravaged by worldly sense Was once a day of peace And where thoughts were on one crucified Now apathy's unleashed Yet upon our minds the Angels stir To all whose minds are able Which rise above the Chocolate eggs And pleasures of the table To a peaceful joyful power Where all men come to rest Through the empty promises Which call and try to test. The stone is rolled and not just once But every waiting hour Oh the Love and Joy and peace O gentle, Loving Power.