February 1987

 

for a time

on this thin shell we toil

beneath the eyes

of heaven

 

beneath the sun

of God’s creating

our feeble lives run on

forgetful for a time

that He too once walked here

 

beside these rivers

He too sat

and bathed His tired feet

human

like the sons of His creating

in every way but one

 

three times he tried

and each time failed

 

in living our lives

He gave us life

in dying our death

He gave us hope

 

beneath the eyes of heaven

we live