The warrior in all his raw power The dancer in all her fluid grace The eye says to the hand, "I need you" The baker feeds the candlestick maker The woodcutter's work warms the prophetYes, there is a Father to us all The Eternal, the Ancient of Days Whose hand stretches out lovingly From long before the dawn of time From whose mind sprung all that is Whose Word spoke all your eyes can see And a whole lot more that they cannot Who planned that you would know this Who purposed that your uniqueness would shine That your very existence would flash across time Touching everything around you with Life That you would walk in the forests of grace And plunge in the pool of commitment Taste of the honey-sweet simplicity of love Sail the roaring seas of experience And land indelibly in the Glorious side of eternity Stephen Pursell, 11/12/02 | ![]() |
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