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