So many hope at journey's end
To live eternally
When work is done to find sweet rest
In heaven's panoply
For centuries in many lands
Convincing guides implore
Their followers will surely find
Salvation's golden door
A little voice is seldom heard
Faint, humble and quite plain
Oft overshadowed by the roar
Of grand impressive claims
Somewhere in a forgotten cave
A soul spends thoughtful days
Recalling how the Master said
It all will pass away
He thinks of words that once had dwelt
Within God's mind alone
Then given to a carpenter
As firmest cornerstone
He ponders how he only needs
The key that cannot fail
To push apart hell's dreaded gates
The sought for holy grail.
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