This is forgiveness,
such is this bliss.
Exposed to the sands
and the deeds of my hands.
Walked up and down the line
with a mind to dig it under,
’til it came upon my mind
and I was set afire with wonder.
If it is to be,
then let it be in me,
for your will is the salt
which flavors the sea.
And I know I have missed the point
a time or two,
sinned against the many
and forgiven by the few.
Sanctity seems so far away
when I live in yesterday.
With this love I call it
part of me.
More and more
prophecy – what’s meant to be.
Of less and nevermore,
through threes and conscience
knocking at my door,
receiving a promise.
And though doubt will trouble me,
I will love
and throw the coals
with sense of subtlety.
You come for me
and all of those
who would do in your name,
what saves us our sins,
free of pride and of shame.
So now our work begins.
Live alive in you – Stand not on sand – I hear and understand.
HG – 2004
