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