Bloomfields
Fields of honor lie the wrecked
Aging bones the stones respect
Planted seeds to resurrect
Blossom bodies back to breath
Dust-turned flesh plagued with defect
Image hid, His to perfect
Perfect glory to reflect
Image mirrors underground
Those He chose to Him elect
No blot of sin will He detect
His righteous wrath His blood deflects
His blood rebuilds mankind
Trumpet and the roaring wind
Life from death, the death to sin
Pearly gates to enter in
Graves are temporary housing