Cold and hopeless now
Bones in the ground
Bones in the ground
He no longer feels the sweat on his brow
Bones in the ground
Bones in the ground
In the soil he loved when he lived and breathed
Bones in the ground
Bones in the ground
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He is gone, and I grieve.
Just having known him, I was touched.
I sit cross-legged on the living room carpet and
We utter prayers
to a God we say we know.
Do they pray, too? Saying "he is at rest now. he is at peace."
With all assurances in their minds
of their god's universal offering of eternal life.
Did he repent and call on your Son
Only Savior, the beautiful sun?
Oh Lord, my heart grieves for Bud and family.
I pray for your power to be revealed in this passing.
Your eternal life-giving, dead raising power,
born of your suffering.
So unlike our suffering.
So freely chosen.
Oh Lord, may your Name be exalted through me and through this I pray.
In Jesus' name.
Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:5-11 ESV)
