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Sunday, March 27, 2016

The Empty Tomb - by Annie Johnson Flint


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Luke 24:3-6  And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead?  He is not here, but is risen...


The Empty Tomb


A Mohammedan once said to a missionary:
"We have our Prophet's tomb to show, but you have nothing."

Earth's Meccas and the faiths of men
Hold but a corpse within a tomb;
Each weary pilgrim's journey ends
At some sad shrine of grief and gloom.

Earth's prophets rest, in silence wrapped,
Dust in the dust from whence they came;
By Death's chill wind their torches quenched,
No more to kindle into flame.

Earth's priests in solemn splendor sleep,
Ashes to ashes, robed and stoled;
Their chanted prayers forever hushed,
Their altar fires forever cold.

Earth's kings in state and glory lie,
In crypts of porphyry encased;
Their names and deeds, in marble carved,
Time's blurring touch has half erased.

No mausoleum built by man
Entombs our Prophet, Priest and King;
Our love no pilgrimage need make,
No fading votive garlands bring.

No death could kill, no guard could keep,
No seal could stay, no grave could hold
Immortal Life in mortal clay;
No darkness could the Light enfold.

Our Prophet's word shall come to pass,
Our Priest is interceding still;
Our King shall reign forevermore,
While heaven and earth shall do his will.

"No grave to show"? This is the stone
On which the temples of our faith
Rise higher than the mosques of Ind;
Our Living Lord has conquered Death!

Annie Johnson Flint

Revelation 1:18 I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore...


Mosque of the tomb of Muhammad.
Wikimedia Commons

Tomb of Confucius
Wikimedia Commons
Photo by Rolf Muller

4 comments:

  1. Amen! We serve a RISEN and LIVING Savior - what joy! He has indeed conquered death and the grave. Thanks for this beautiful and thought-provoking post.

    Have a blessed Easter! Love and hugs!

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  2. I LOVE this poem!!!! Thank you for sharing it on the Art of Home-Making Mondays Mary! :)

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    1. I love that poem too! You are welcome. I'm glad it blessed you. :-)

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