When faced with a true master,
My words fall flat as stone;
No great deeds they accomplish,
No great sins they atone.
And yet a simple glimpse of truth
Is all a dark place needs
To show the walls are crumbling,
To plant some healthy seeds
That sprout and grow so strong they change
The world in ways profound;
Such as when a shepherd shod
His shoes on holy ground.
So take that little step with me
To truthfulness and light;
Who knows where that tight path will lead,
What otherworldly sight
Will greet us on the noble way
To love beyond our ken,
Where treasured souls we thought were lost
Shall reunite again?
There He who wipes our tears will smile
With arms thrown open wide,
Show us to our special place,
And welcome us with pride.
This is a hymn I wrote. If I can ever find the proper musical accompaniment, I will record it for you.
There is a Place
There is a place where innocents rejoice;
There is a place where meek souls lift their voice,
There is a place where truth has its full gleam,
There is a place where sinners are washed clean.
There is a place where all will be explained;
There is a place where life abounds again,
A place where fear and death have no more power,
A place where healing flows from every flower,
There is a place where justice has been done;
There is a place where good has fought and won,
Where pain and sickness have been swept away
And beauty basks in bright eternal day.
The hope of glory lifts us from the grime;
A hope that saves us from a life of crime,
That we could gaze upon that holy face,
Who has prepared for us a special place.
The hope that lifted great souls long ago,
When through the vale of death they had to go
Their heads held high, no longer cursed to roam,
Safe in the knowledge they were going home.
Trudging through a wintry plain
As toes begin to freeze;
Kind eyes look down from heaven
To watch over such as these.
Disfigured outcasts stumble on,
All ravaged with disease;
Holy hands don’t fear to touch
And make whole such as these.
Abandoned by their former friends,
Despite their desperate pleas;
A well-lined back in heaven knows
The pain of such as these.
Souls wracked with guilt that won’t wash out
And wearying unease;
Scarred hands and feet in heaven show
He died for such as these.
Slandered, beaten for His sake
And forced onto their knees;
A special place in heaven
Is prepared for such as these.
Their race full run, their strength all spent,
Their breath a painful wheeze;
Arms in heaven are stretched out
To welcome such as these.
A loving smile, a sick friend healed,
A fragrant summer breeze;
Foretastes of His heaven are found
In moments such as these.
A child’s unflinching openness,
Trustful and keen to please,
The kingdom of our God must be
Approached as such as these.
To what does purest beauty bear witness in its prime?
What message does it send to us that transcends space and time?
That we are not the pinnacle of all there is to be;
There are higher things than us, a land beyond the sea;
That greater things await us than the universe contains,
Sights and joys that will outmeasure all our trials and pains;
Deeper truths and loves than we could dare to dream,
Resplendent life abundant by a holy healing stream.
All flowing from the source of all, who we’ll see face to face
Where holiness is merged with love as justice is with grace.
There is our true purpose, there is our true home,
That is why down here on earth our hearts will always roam.