The Hewn Stone

 

The Hewn Stone
By Tom D Blakely
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Sally why remain it is over now
you must know your husband’s gone,
Or do you still feel he is with you there
when you’re by the hewn stone…
And as the sunlight danced on the hewn stone
with the shadows of the trees
Sally’s memories like the failing light
faded in the evening breeze.

By the widow’s side stood her little girl
holding tight her mother’s hand,
And in simple faith whispered through her tears
‘Dad is safe in heaven Mom’…
And as the sunlight danced on the hewn stone
with the shadows of the trees
Sally’s memories like the failing light
faded in the evening breeze.

As she dried her eyes Sally took the rose
that their daughter brought from home.
Then on bended knees Sally left the rose
by the lifeless hewn stone…
And as the sunlight danced on the hewn stone
with the shadows of the trees
Sally turned her gaze to the evening sky
and she gave her Saviour praise.

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‘Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life,
He who believes in Me, though He may die, he shall live.’
[John 11:25]
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