Friday, September 05, 2014
When at last the house is quiet
And day has relinquished its noisy riot
I wade in the deep waters of grace
Not trying to put every thought in its place
And peace, like a love song, captures my heart
And delights my soul, that most precious part.
As I ponder the lives that we live,
I find it clear that they are a gift
That march along at God’s perfect pace
And beckon homeward the whole human race.
The beauty of which I freshly see it
That life gives way but death’s been defeated.
The grave cannot hold what’s been made eternal
And destiny calls this race to relearn all
The myths of the past which tell of great things
Like magic and dragons and powerful kings.
These tales are designed to awaken our dreams
And give us the courage to believe the unseen.