The Preacher As A Young Man
Who shall bring me into this holy city,
To see thy power and thy glory,
That I have seen in the inner sanctuary,
Deliver me, into this land with a clean heart,
For truly the universe is good,
For heaven is high above the earth,
As far as the east is from the west,
Where the dawn lifted the buildings up,
So that I appeared to carry them,
As though they were weightless clouds,
So this sun and every sun of every other morning,
Shall offer light,
Where the birds make their dark nests,
And thou maketh darkness,
And all the beasts and unseen others of the forests,
Do creep forth from the underworld,
For it was the hardest thing to see the lost around me,
And thou who has wearied in the greatness of the way,
Yet neither shall our peace be removed, from this glory,
The mountains and hills shall break before you singing,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
As we lift them into the sun, the holy receives them,
And they shall prosper in the greatness of thy way,
I saw a deep and sacred love that traveled nowhere to forever,
Therefore rejoice,
I stood upon the sad and lonely shorelines of the city,
And dwelt there only by a miracle,
And I heard the voice of heaven saying to me,
As if it was indeed a sea of broken glass mingled with fire,
"Behold the great city, I come as a giver and thief,
For these are the generations of heaven and of the earth." |
