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