I walk among these weathered stones,

That cast their shadow o'er whited bones,

And wonder what if it should be

That I were them and they were me.

Then they should live and love and toil,

And I should lie beneath the soil:

No more to feel the morning sun

Or cooling breeze when day is done ...

But lie at rest til heavens call

To judgement day for one and all;

To answer for your deeds on earth

And weigh the scales of heavenly worth.

I know some dead would dearly crave

A second chance, their soul to save.

But once they end their earthly strife,

Too late to change their score in life.

So, e'er I hear from heavens throne,

I want my choices to be known.

While on this earth I daily trod,

I want to walk in the ways of God.

© by Robert Winters

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