I take the time,
To write my dream,
Of song upon the page.
To listen to the melodies,
Of peace within the rage,
Of dying men, whose whispering lips,
Shout the cry of war.
To hear the songs of wounded hearts,
Innocent and poor.
Aged and little ones,
Forgotten and despised.
I turn aside from this raging world,
Filled with hatred, despair, pride.
Then I see my heart is stained;
The battle lies within.
I turn and stare at the tree,
And look upon my sin.
Oh wonder of faith, and hope,
I’m free to love my fellow ones!
I turn aside to embrace the world,
In the light of the wounds of God’s own Son!
© John A. Taylor, 2014