The Gospel in iambic pentameter |
HE PROMISED Rumors and stories, legends and tales Swirl and twirl, the liar regales And many will swoon and righteousness pales As they gamble for cloth and drive in the nails. Your will, not mine, your glory, my pain Beseeching, forgiving, He dies not in vain And rests in the dark, without Sin, without stain And just as He promised, He comes back again. On the beach, in a room, throughout village and town Five hundred bear witness, joyful faces abound His stripes have been healed, there’s no thorny crown And for twelve on the sand, they gather around. Secrets, advice, can you give us a clue? What do we say, what do we do? How can we tell if it’s really from you? Or is it from someone with nary a clue? Terror and death, confusion and doubt Be not afraid, don’t worry or pout Redemption, salvation is what it’s about Eternal communion within and without. I can’t stay; I must go, as I’ve told you before To prepare your new home when you struggle no more And reach for my hand as you walk through the door Follow me to the throne and the One we adore. |