Two Definitive Death Days

By Arthur Ball



I awoke early that day in ‘44

Firing guns wouldn’t let me sleep any more.

So, I brushed the sand out of my eyes;

Looked o’er the Channel-oh, what a surprise!

Saw more ships than ever before

And men trying to reach my little French shore.

Many were killed out beyond the beach waves

While others expired with none there to save.

Some were caressed by my tender sand

As their life oozed away, thru their head or their hand.

Oh, the chaos continued all day and all night

Yet somehow, I knew the invaders were right!

They had arrived to give Europe new life

But it required another year and one-half of intense strife.

Now this area is serene and at peace.

At least in this spot; the war finally ceased.

My neighbors quietly abide ‘neath rows of white crosses

And yearly, folks come to remember the losses.

You may ask, exactly whom I might be;

I gratefully reply, “the Beaches of Normandy.”



In another place and at an earlier time,

Only one man was doing the dying!

He came to reveal our Father in Heaven above.

And this plan was so He could show us His love!

Jesus came to a sin filled earth

Through the miracle of virgin birth.

Thirty years later He willingly died

So that we and the Father could be re-unified.

There was only one grave-which is empty today

For access to God, Jesus is the only way!

He’s knocking now at the door of your heart.

Invite Him in and your eternal life will start.