Cry Not For The Dead
Poem By AHO Speaks
Cry and mourn not for the dead
Now in the hands of God and in good stead
They have left and in time the body will turn to dust
Now in the hands of God; whom we must trust.
Weep and mourn for those who continue this life
Help them to overcome their daily strife
Those who have gone can ask of you no more
They are with God; to explain their earthly chore.
He will judge each from the other
In your response, to who was your 'sister or brother'
Ask him not to take from you
The beauty of love and its beautiful view.
In your life whisper to God for only him to hear
Forgive me my sins for I can no longer bear
The burden of Christ who hung on the cross for me
Imbed in my heart his words of love you see.
Please God fill me with the wisdom from above
From the deliverer we call the dove
Let me find him and you; and one another
Please God; let me find my sisters and my brothers.
Not for the wisdom of Christ as he was your son
Just let me live the life that He begun
He said; 'love one another as I have loved you'
Let this be the beginning for a wonderful view.
Christ was not talking to just one or another
He was talking to me; and my sisters and my brothers
Christ cared not for things or the color of skin
But the words for a new life that we begin.
He left and paid the supreme sacrifice as a man
We can follow in his footsteps; believe me, you can.
10-26-05 Aho Speaks