So much that I might do
But the tide has turned again
And the King’s ire is up-raised
And he’s seeking out God’s men.
And the Church is now his toy
And the Bishops do his will
Though the lordship of our Christ
Is a fact and power still.
And the cell a wee bit larger
Than the one I had last time
And the sleep in Christ’s approval
Brings restoring most sublime.
And the dream I had last night
Must become a volume true
Of the journey of one “Christian”
And the perils he passed through.
And the vision of the City
That would help him bear the shame
As he left the ways of custom
And the neighbours mocked his name.
And a wife would not go with him
As he heeded Matthew Ten.
But he prayed the God of Mercy
Would unite them once again.
Yes, a dream held all this power
And a River, glorious thought;
With a crossing, praising Jesus
For the Joyful Land He bought.
(Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON)