More Than A Dream

Down and down, hair afloat Bound and cast into the well Mother and son Captured in the wicked stronghold A special child, marked for sacrifice An incomparable mother, unwilling to let go What love and loyalty He will not die alone Down and down, face to face Holy eyes, love and gratitude Bubbles rise, eyes to eyes Thank you for my mother, Abba We know you are here too One like the Son of God in the furnace One faithful in the pool of the saracens Down and down, Gandalf wrestles the balrog Thank you for this honor, Yahweh That we would know Christ United to him in his death Partaking of his sufferings Into the abyss and out again Death it seems but mere illusion For there is One who killed death And we are his In him we live, already dead For across the river from this castle dark The Holy City gleams radiant With light all its own And at the bottom of this well A passage Like David's stream into Jerusalem Like Andy's crawl out of Shawshank A passage they know not of For our destination is sure In a moment we will laugh from over there Atop a turret in the Holy City Freedom, triumph, Glory Victory for mother and son Death is dead Sons at last Stephen Pursell, 4/04