Buried in dirt the columns are lost,
fine home in its time, valued at a great cost.
on the wind came its great demise,
subtle, not foreign, a fiend came in surprise.
in the bank they stand forever gone,
dirt fills what once held a celebrating throng.
there no warning for such destiny?
is God in all this, or is that blasphemy?
and ions of dust rests here,
first, betrayal from within, by one so dear.
else could this tragedy take place?
army would just destroy and lay it to waste.
here in this hill the columns stand,
true testament delivered about this land.
itís not the expected that comes,
itís the unseen knife that to the heart was lunged.
attacked within can we survive?
are the lessons from this scene that we derive?
eternal fall began within.
was when man allowed his heart to take in sin.
was forgotten for this worldís wealth,
in Jesus regained our eternal soulís health.
be buried within, filled by dirt,
stand forever in Jesus, and stay alert.
Buried Within by Ronhales Luke 11:17