Experience

Who has created this grand design?

Who is the ultimate master?

Yes, 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

To his father's weary, lost soul

The child's very existence brings life

The tender mother comforts the child

The singer's sounds soothe the tired miller

The woodcutter's work warms the prophet

Each invaluable in his craft

Each indispensable to the whole

The eye says to the hand, "I need you"

The baker feeds the candlestick maker

The warrior in all his raw power

The dancer in all her fluid grace

The composer in all his brilliant mastery

The smith in all his heated heaviness

The sculptor in all his patient finesse

The seamstress in rhythmic steadiness

Each a tool, creating a gift for the other