March 9, 2017

 

To Damascus

 

I’m going down to Damascus
the skies are bright and clear
I’ll not trouble this road’s dust
nor over-care the grimy drear

I’m going down to Damascus
ere life seem frail and worn
paused within the silent hush
where I might be re-born

I’m going down to Damascus
in hope my Lord to greet
quick to Him in worship rush
praise my God of human feet

I’ve come and gone from Damascus
astounded at these silent skies
snared again in tedious dust
to find Him here in life’s demise