Like Writing on the Sand

There is going to be a resurrection of the just and unjust.

Like Writing on the Sand

 

By Elton Camp

 

Seventy times I’ve seen the old year disappear

A new one arrives with renewed hope and fear

 

Throughout history the cycle has been the same

As if life is merely a cheerless, pointless game

 

A generation will come and then it will go

Too soon, their lives and names none will know

 

Unstoppably, time determinedly marches on

What has taken place in the past is forever gone

 

Storied or noted ancestors there’s no need to extol

For the record of the past is in nobody’s control

 

Whatever in the present moment may come to be

Time may wash away and no evidence can we see

 

But we must never be tempted to give in to despair

At an unknown time, God’s Kingdom will be there

 

Countless billions, now totally forgotten by men

The great Jehovah will then bring to life again