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Listen, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we will all be changed - in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. Click on photo for website. ![]() (CLICK ON TITLE TO HEAR SONG) GARDENS OF STONE by Heirline Once again death has brought us here, To this old solemn place; As we lay a precious loved one down, Into a lonesome grave; The family has gathered 'round, To say their last goodbyes; But surely there are memories, That won't be left behind. And like the seed that comes alive, In the ground they have been sown; They wait for His return To this garden of stone. One day when Jesus calls my name, He knows just where I'll be; The dead in Christ shall live again, For all eternity. With those alive here on earth, They'll be gathered around God's throne; And there won't be any gardens of stone. Jesus asked, "When I return, Will I find faith on earth?" And with the hope of His coming, We place our loved ones in the dirt; In granite we've etched their names, To stand the test of time; These markers here reminds us, That a child of God here lies. But one day they'll not be needed, For death will not be known; When He calls them forth, From this garden of stone. One day when Jesus calls my name, He knows just where I'll be; The dead in Christ shall live again, For all eternity. With those alive here on earth, They'll be gathered around God's throne; And there won't be any gardens of stone. No we won't need any gardens of stone! ![]() |