Mohommedan once said to a missionary:
"We have our Prophet's tomb to
but you have nothing."
Earth's Meccas and the
faiths of men
Hold but a corpse within a tomb;
Each weary pilgrim's journey
At some sad shrine of grief and gloom.
rest, in silence wrapped,
Dust in the dust from whence they came;
chill wind their torches quenched,
No more to kindle into flame.
priests in solemn splendor sleep,
Ashes to ashes, robed and stoled;
chanted prayers forever hushed,
Their altar fires forever cold.
kings in state and glory lie,
In crypts of porphyry encased;
and deeds, in marble carved,
Time's blurring touch has half erased.
mausoleum built by man
Entombs our Prophet, Priest and King;
no pilgrimage need make,
No fading votive garlands bring.
death could kill, no guard could keep,
No seal could stay, no grave could
Immortal Life in mortal clay;
No darkness could the Light enfold.
Prophet's word shall come to pass,
Our Priest is interceding still;
King shall reign forevermore,
While heaven and earth shall do his will.
grave to show"? This is the stone
On which the temples of our faith
Rise higher than the mosques of Ind;
Our Living Lord has conquered Death!
Revelation 1:18 I am he
that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have
the keys of hell and of death.
10:12 But this man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat
down on the right hand of God; 13 From henceforth expecting till his enemies be
made his footstool. 14 For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that