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Let the dead bury their dead.
"Master I would gladly follow you,
But I have to bury first my dad”-
Spoke the chap that stood among the crew
Of His followers most intimate.
“Give precedence to the work at hand,-
Follow me! - there is so much to do,
Let the dead unto the dead attend,
And the death amenities pursue.!”
Lo! the dead are in the hands of God;
Worry about those that are en-route,
And the shell that goes into the sod,
Is byond the bonds of flesh and blood.
Lo! the kingdome has priority
Over all and everything that is,
For its joys live in eternity-
Death is swalled up by the abyss.
“Let the dead bury their own dead!”-
Shocking radical a saying this,
But this is precisely what He said,-
Sober a reality – not myth.*
"The hands upon the plough, do not look back,
To be distraced by mere puffery,
And used to customs, and tradition's lack
Of passion's fire and intensity".
Lo! The Kingdom has to grow and spread,
And the time of day-light is so short,
Let the spirit-dead attend the dead;-
Oh what jolting saying of the Lord!.
Conversion is to be continual,
Step-by-step indeed and day by day,
Lo! The Lord’s demands are radical,
Hard to hear for wax-clogged ears of clay.
Busy so is death’s industry,
And the undertakers wax and thrive,
Loved ones are all cared for tenderly,
So much more than when they were alive.
Well rouged lies a loved one with her doll,
Holding in stiff hands her telephone,
And the mortal coil bereft of soul
Hears a mystifying bleeping tone.
But the price for this is high and stiff,
Who will suffer and the costs defray?
Scrawny little children that still live,
But in penury forget to pray.
Oh! what radical demands makes our Lord,
Seeming to deny the dead their due,
So disturbing, let them be ignored,
And prefer the fuzz and ballyhoo.
The demands of Jesus are so high,
And His truth is arduous to embrace,
None of us can ever qualify,
But are saved alone by His FREE GRACE.
© Elizabeth Dandy
Matthew: 8:22*
Luke: 9:59-60**
