Faithful Catacombs

A people tired of faithless burial,

And proud to be the family of Christ.

Two men brave to give without regret,

building a house of worship and praise,

Of joy in the passing from flesh to light.

Mothers buried their children.

Husbands buried their wives,

And families visited the dead long after they’ve gone to another land.

A family of adopted sons and daughters

Lay together in one tomb,

Sealed by faithful servants of Christ.

Unmarked graves of red hardened stone,

Alongside the marble signature of wealth.

Tapestries of hope and beauty tell tales of those now in heaven,

The glory of God on display.

A place once treasured as a public display of faith,

Abandoned and forgotten, sealed in the earth until

Invaded and ransacked for the mock of Jesus.

Yet even after His death, we mock His bones

With the remnants of His beloved people.

The sacred tomb is opened and on display to an unbelieving world,

Protected only by those who wish to remember history rather than

To praise His name forevermore.

The cold stone, dark and musty air,

Holes of where ones were once laid,

Labyrinths of people side by side,

The breath of 30,000 lingers in the air,

Of praise in the eternal hope of Jesus Christ.