Saturday, January 27, 2007


When in the silent wake is heard
the sound of blessed anthems sung
and steadily death's death toll knolls
for grace the sinners soul bestirred

When clear the light of knowledge gleams
through ages of uncertainty
and warms the hearts of all mankind
so they see the truth as in it streams

When infants laugh and dance joyfilled
and join the Lord of Dance to bring
the coming fruit of His creation
their rounded faces alight and thrilled

Then lamb and lion and ruddy calf
old Noah's unicorn, perhaps
and life for the dead, and other things
that our parents told us we would have


1 comment:

Jeanne said...

I like this one.