To Come

To Come

Cast, cast down thy rags
Let them fall to the dust
The dust from which thy came,
Lift; lift up thy eyes to mine
See my me pierced hands
Feel my punctured side,
Know, know my son
You are forgiven and received
Thank you for your service,
Many, many of your moments and actions
I must burn
For they are but hay and straw and you know it,
Medals, medals I give you Matthew
I pin these upon your glorified chest
A soldier’s work is not in vain,
Task, a task I have assigned you
You can feel that you were born for it
But only now are there words and realization,
Name, a name I give you
May you write Matthew
But your true name only you and I know,
Laura, Laura will be by your side
Many of your medals are due to her
And her jewels due to you,
Food, food will be rich and fulfilling
Many meals will be feasts
Feasts of remembrance and celebration,
Laughter, laughter will fill the city
Childish laughter coming from saints
Joy and company in there eternal place;
To come, to come
What is to come will be and be and be,
Now diligence, labor, faith, obedience, love and devotion
All of these for what is to come.