FORGIVEN

Not far from Home, in a cemetery lone,

Close guarding its grave, stands a simple headstone

And all the inscription is one word alone,

“Forgiven”

 

No sculptor’s fine art hath embellished its form,

But constantly there, through the calm and the storm,

Its bearth this word from a poor fallen worm,

“Forgiven”

 

It shews not the date of the silent one’s birth,

Reveals not his frailties, nor lies of his worth,

But speaks out the tale from his few feet of earth,

“Forgiven”

 

The death is unmentioned, the name is untold,

Beneath lies the body, corrupted and cold,

Above rest his spirit, at home in the fold

“Forgiven”

 

And when from the heavens the Lord shall descend,

This stranger shall rise, and to glory ascend,

Well known and befriended, to sing without end,

“Forgiven”

 

HAVE YOU HEARD HIS PARDONING VOICE?