No Graveyards in Heaven
By Steve Loggins
9/6/09

A graveyard tells many stories, of life and death and hope
A place where people come to mourn, a place where people cope
With loss of friends and family, of dear ones gone away,
The graveyard never asks us if we are having a pleasant day.

Graveyards know we’re coming, to visit or to stay,
Tombstones tell the years of our life above where remnants lay.
Sometimes, we hear a clarion ring; tolling, tolling, tolling the hour
Reminding of the passing time, a limitation of temporal power.

A funeral procession eases in, with lights aglow, and solemn hymn,
The casket lowers into the earth, a fist of sod with faces grim,
The time has come to say goodbye to mother, father, friend,
And many see the graveyard as the closing of life, the end.

This is why so many shun the place, and make up horror tales
Of graveyards haunts and ghostly face, of acts where the living fell
Into the hands of those who died, yet never really left,
But stayed behind for things undone, for promises not kept.

But graveyards hold no mystery to children of the King,
We understand that there’s a place beyond it where we sing.
There are no graveyards in heaven, no sorrow or parting there,
For those who know the Savior’s love, a reunion in the air.

With all the chosen ones who went through graveyards in the past,
To the city far greater, far nobler, than a world that cannot last.
No death, decay, corruption there; untainted by man’s sin
Only joy and love and peace, and worship from within.

It’s funny when you think of it, how life eternal came
Through a graveyard in a garden, eternity’s not the same
Since He conquered death forever, no graveyard can ever win
Despite the fear we have of it, We’ve His victory over sin.