He knew his days were numbered
One day he felt gravely ill
But, he took his Bible with faltering steps
To the church upon the hill.
Perhaps, just this one Sunday
They would come to hear him speak
But, with tear filled eyes, he realized
With them he'd never meet.
He preached a wonderful sermon
To a room so empty and still
Then, he died there at the altar
In the church upon the hill.
A simple funeral was provided
Yet, nobody even came
To pay regards or last respects
To the preacher with no name.
But, little did the people know
The end of time was near
When Jesus came on judgment day
They ran around in fear.
"Oh Jesus, you must save us
Our hearts have been sincere"
But, Jesus turned away from them
Their cries, he did not hear.
He knew their tongues were full of lies
Their souls, he could not heal
For, he was the man who preached and died
In the church upon the hill
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