Carry this Memory
Rows and rows of tombstones among miles of graves. There’s millions of stories here among all these names. Every one cherished to someone they knew. Stories untold to many, unknown to me and you.
Were they a hero, a fighter, a family man
Were they the type to always lend a helping hand. Who were these folks now long since past - and who will make their memory last
Who’s going to carry this memory
When the good Lord takes the light from their eyes
When the things they’ve seen, when all the places they’ve been fade like shadows in the sunrise. Who’s going to carry this memory.
Some won’t ever be on a statue, They’ll never make the headline news. It only takes a generation, one or maybe two, for history to forget your name - and move on to something new. When all the world has moved on, like a ripple under the ocean’s waves - who will care again for the stories, buried in these graves.
When the engraving becomes distorted - ruined and so frail. The markers get hard to recognize and the weeds grow taller than the tales. A million little stories no one will ever tell…
So who will carry these memories
The bits and pieces of those we loved
Records of a people marked by the pitches an unremarkable life can throw
Who will carry these memories
If a life is more than the sum of it’s parts did these bread crumbs leave a trail through the woods of these years. Is this life telling the story of bigger things to come - the story of the one who will wipe away the tears…
Who’s going to carry this memory
The only one that really matters
A savior broken and bleeding and battered
for me and for you
The victory of a risen king - of conquering death and the grave for eternity
Who will carry this memory
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