THIS OLD BODY OF DUST...

The saved in Christ do not grow old —
Just these mortal bodies do.
This frail robe of flesh we wear
Will never see us through,
For some day, friend, we'll just fly away.
This vile body leave behind,
To go to be where Jesus is
And have a body of His kind.

This old body of dust will just wear out
If it stays for its full time
Of three score and ten, or perhaps four score;
Then 'twill surely be left behind
When the soul departs for that higher plane,
Fore'er with Christ to dwell;
No more sickness, no, nor sorrow nor pain
In that land where all is well.

We'll have a new body that will never grow old,
Never wear out nor ever break down,
One fashioned like the glorious body of Christ,
Not made from the dust of the ground;
A body eternal, not affected by time,
For of time there won't be any more
When God has restored all things to Himself,
And we're safe on that heavenly shore.


  a. franklin staples

August 13 & 23, 1995


Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples