When all is done, and our story told,
As clouds get dark, the wind grows cold.
With words, they fade, once young and bold,
When strength was might, and wealth was gold.
“Man is but a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.” ~ Psalm 144:4
Catch me in the falling rain, from cares, my soul release,
Life, its endless worries, now at last, they all shall cease.
Losing all, yet freedom, o how sweet this quiet peace,
For now that I am nothing, with Him, I find new lease.
The richness all around you, the greatest to the least,
The warmth of friends surrounding, the flowers, birds, and beasts.
The land in sweet abundance, arrayed, what glorious feast!
As blessings break upon you, behold, the rising east.
Ascend the steps to heaven, that bright and glorious morn,
The host of angels waiting, in you, their joy is born.
For long has been their hoping, with silent tears, they mourn,
Until this hour arriving, at last, by grace, reborn.
“There will be rejoicing among the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” ~ Luke 15:10
Find in Him a refuge, a shield from sun and rain,
Away from trial, confusion, when strength is on the wane.
There, as pure and simple, life’s mysteries made plain,
And rest, so soothing, healing, our hearts made whole again.
To know Your ways and working, to see Your might and power,
That laid the valleys lowly, and raised the mountains, tower.
That wide, the cosmos, spanning, from light, the darkness cower,
That healed the down and trodden, the grave, a gift of flower.
Follow down that windy path, let loose, your spirit be,
Feel its to and fro-ing, how wondrous, light and free.
Our feet, so faintly threading, afloat this airy sea,
Sweeping out to faraway, let fly, just you and me.
No more, the empty porch, but welcome, tender kiss,
No more of walks alone, the heart, its song amiss.
No more, the soulless air, the wind, its dance resist,
No more the dark and chill, just warmth, eternal bliss.