J R Poulter
Mr. Eternity
In unexpected places,
Footpaths, walls and rocky faces
Scattered miles apart
A lone man walks
And seeks to share his heart.
He writes one word, “Eternity,”
To try and catch our eye,
And give us pause
To stop and think
As we walk by.
Suppose our life was on the brink,
Where would we be
Eternally?
I thank the Lord
For that lone man,
Writing in a copperplate hand,
Writing a message large for me
And every passerby to see,
Point us to God
And “Eternity!”
