That I might go

To some exotic place

And raise a chin

And raise a heart

With Grace

And test my steel

Against a land and clime

And show dark hearts

A walk and way sublime.

But here I stay

Familiar job and street

And noisy kids

That patter at my feet.

Is there some tear

Some thirst I’m meant to find?

And comfort

In the love of Christ?

Have I been blind?

 

taken from the site

https://sites.google.com/site/histouchalone/

 

Published by Doug Blair