"THE LAST PHASE"
Gone the structures once giganic;
oblivion's pantry claims them all.
fallen walls that silenced panic,
there lay heroes 'neath their pall.
Remnants laid by havoc's spree...
now, mid damp and cold- men toil,
gentle hands seek tenderly,
sifting, lifting through the soil....
They seek remains of loved one's ending,
God alone has found their souls.
All the heartaches will be mending-
When the plan of God unfolds.
Lift us all to God's own Castle;
There our loved one's wait above,
Leave behind the woes of hastle-
Rapture in God's own true love!
William E. Hardison (c )
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