Greater love hath no man

The Saviour came and taught a message

That to die is to gain;

Seeds that fall aground only abound

And there is treasure for the one,

Who with love will lay down their life.

Words that shelter in this world of strife.

Because, what does it mean

When young men and women perish,

For us to carry them down in boxes,

Setting them in deep earth

These many that, mostly, for a trifling lose breath.

It seems the young have forgotten

How to die – how to truly die.

It’s not for death to catch us by such trifle things

As disease, substance abuse, suicide or reckless automobile accidents

No. If we die let’s go the Saviour’s way; from love incidents.

To preach the gospel where conflict exists

To feed the hungry in warzones ravaged

Nurse the hundreds afflicted in their bodies

Educate children of the slums; give them hope…

Reach out to those in despair.

That is the kind of death to go into smiling

The kind of death every youth should aspire to.

Yes, every person must die

But if it were only possible

For all to put to practise the message:

Greater love hath no man than this,

That a man lays down his life for his friends.

Let all young people battlecry;

“Bury me for nothing other than love.”

by Rutendo D. Choto