I felt the hand of God and yet I turned away.
I felt his presence there at break of day.
I heard him call to me, but in my humanity,
I turned away.
And yet he still remained as I walked away;
with his hand outstretched to me.
And though I did not see the tears of Calvary
he wept them once again for me!
I walked through troubled days in restless wandering.
My soul could not find rest in earthly things.
My weary heart cried out for answers to life’s pain.
And I sang the songs of humanity.
Out of my lostness came the cry of Adam’s race.
I sang their cold despair with tears upon my face.
Then, with gentle hands, he drew me back to him.
Praise be to God, for I am home again!
Yes, he still remains as we walk away;
with hands outstretched to you and me.
And though we do not see the tears of Calvary,
he weeps them once again for you and me!
c.2001 Donna Swanson




Exceprt from SPLINTERS OF LIGHT c.2011 by Donna Swanson
