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