The She Oak will not take me by the hand
Nor the Poa waltz with me
The wind will not whisper in this sand
Nor the gulls stay beside the sea
The sunshine will not mend my broken soul
Nor the shores fill my hell
Lapping waves won’t soothe this gaping toll
Nor stone befriend an empty shell
And no fire can warm my cooling heart
Falling leaves give me no healing
The sharp breeze is a longing to depart
The hot earth a warning feeling
And even as our sand cements into stone
Our precious sun goes on with its bleeding
—Driving the wind to wear stone back to sand—
Draining its life with each ray that it’s giving
There is no rest
There is no peace
In this world
Where we can feast
There is no place
Where we can go
No sanctuary
Down here below
There is no belonging
On earth alone
No final lodging
We can call our home
***
But a whole new home is this life’s longing
Towards a heavenly destiny
As we war on all we have been learning
In these final moments of history
And till all things end we are awaiting
Until the Day of all thing’s remaking
My weary soul no other abode
Than Thou alone my Lord and my Road
Then will all the She Oaks on the coast spring without pain
And will all the grasses on the dunes stroll the Bay
And will then I hear them all whispering out His Name
As he comes, walking in the cool of the Day
And then will everything that is sad come untrue
And all the broken things be no longer blue
Then will we hold hands as we journey on through
And stay home, forever new
And I will wander no more
And I will wonder the more
When he comes for me
When he comes
Nor the Poa waltz with me
The wind will not whisper in this sand
Nor the gulls stay beside the sea
The sunshine will not mend my broken soul
Nor the shores fill my hell
Lapping waves won’t soothe this gaping toll
Nor stone befriend an empty shell
And no fire can warm my cooling heart
Falling leaves give me no healing
The sharp breeze is a longing to depart
The hot earth a warning feeling
And even as our sand cements into stone
Our precious sun goes on with its bleeding
—Driving the wind to wear stone back to sand—
Draining its life with each ray that it’s giving
There is no rest
There is no peace
In this world
Where we can feast
There is no place
Where we can go
No sanctuary
Down here below
There is no belonging
On earth alone
No final lodging
We can call our home
***
But a whole new home is this life’s longing
Towards a heavenly destiny
As we war on all we have been learning
In these final moments of history
And till all things end we are awaiting
Until the Day of all thing’s remaking
My weary soul no other abode
Than Thou alone my Lord and my Road
Then will all the She Oaks on the coast spring without pain
And will all the grasses on the dunes stroll the Bay
And will then I hear them all whispering out His Name
As he comes, walking in the cool of the Day
And then will everything that is sad come untrue
And all the broken things be no longer blue
Then will we hold hands as we journey on through
And stay home, forever new
And I will wander no more
And I will wonder the more
When he comes for me
When he comes
Over the sea
