The Ash

I look back over years that passed,
The years that passed with you I spent,
With height and grace, a sound that lasts,
I call you Lord, but my best friend,
I look back over darker times,
When I lost sight, had pain to bear,
And hear the echoes of your chimes
The little signs that show you care,
I look across the shadows now
With meadows glinting golden glow,
And here I come to wonder how,
You made this, yet me you know,
You know what I’m about to think,
And shelter me when thieves break though,
You comfort me when I will sink,
Though sometimes I don’t turn to you.

I see the trees reflect your glow,
And everyday you’re in my sight,
As cornfields whisper row by row,
As now the day slides into night,
You throw the shadows, long and free,
Across the bowing, praising grass,
I stand against a lonely tree,
And pray that time would cease to pass,
For every night, I seem alone,
Standing beneath the same old ash,
But years of love, and years of home
Are stored inside this meadow stash.

If I called you my true best friend,
No one could say that I had lied,
On no one else can I depend,
As much as you, for me you died,
You hold my hand through pain and strife,
You saved my soul and saved my life,
I feel you standing at my side,
And never feel the need to hide,
My Jesus as we float through time,
I will return to this same place,
For here beside this ash, time’s mine,
For this is where I see your face.

I watch the shadows grow across,
The blue tipped grass that cloaks the hill,
I see you hanging on a cross,
I see you hanging on it still,
But you’re alive and stand beside,
Transparently, I know you’re there,
I feel you in the breeze that slides
Across the field, kisses my hair,
I see your smile in golden trees,
Refresh my mind and free my sight,
For this time is for you and me,
As now the day, sinks into night.