rained heavy on the forlorn
white stone
April dusk had stood still
on deserted lane
iron gate to the lawn
showed mossed sleepy graves
tiptoed on the overgrown grass
for epitaph hard to read
Expect great things from God
opened eyes to more widely catch
Attempt great things for God
couldn't ruin it the ravage of years
outside tombstone waited a world
in the drizzle echoed the missionary's deathless sermon.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
rained heavy on the forlorn
white stone
April dusk had stood still
on deserted lane
iron gate to the lawn
showed mossed sleepy graves
tiptoed on the overgrown grass
for epitaph hard to read
Expect great things from God
opened eyes to more widely catch
Attempt great things for God
couldn't ruin it the ravage of years
outside tombstone waited a world
in the drizzle echoed the missionary's deathless sermon.
Reflections on my visit to William Carey's grave at Serampore, West Bengal, India.
William Carey (1761-1834) was a missionary and reformer who worked in India.
He may have done more for modern missions work than any other man who ever lived with the exception of Saint Paul.
The words in bold are his epigram.
Please note the first line of each stanza has 5 words and the words in the second lines increase from 2 to 8.
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