My freshly hewn grave

My freshly hewn grave                                                                        
 
Grieve not for death; nor wail and weep.
Toss a rose into my freshly hewn grave.
There’s another appointment I must keep.
 
The Master’s promise (oh, the price was steep –
bought by the breath and blood He gave) –
grieve not for death; nor wail and weep.
 
The chasm I’ll cross in a vaulted leap;
no prayers required, my soul to save.
There’s another appointment I must keep –
 
depart this world of dreaming sleep –
a hapless King dressed as a knave;
grieve not for death; nor wail and weep.
 
Bearing fruits I’ve labored long to reap,
nearer to the rest my soul doth crave,
there’s another appointment I must keep.
 
The grave is shallow; the night vast and deep.
Trust to God's benevolence and be brave –
grieve not for death; nor wail and weep.
There’s another appointment I must keep.