keeping records

History is crowdedwith names thatfill the mouths of men. They are spokenas though tomorrowcould never forget them. Yet the windhas a way ofediting importance. Crowns tarnish. Stone yields. Applausedies young. When timehas finishedkeeping records, one Namewill still needno introduction. And whenhistory itselffalls silent, heavenwill still bespeaking Jesus. If this poem stirred something in your heart,…