Oh, loving souls
Who yearn for Christ;
Come to him.
Come to the waters
Freely bestowed
By the Father and Mother
Of life
Our hope.
Warmly receive what is
Warmly given
In community, in peace
In quiet.
Sure the storm rages;
Sure the clash.
Sure the shattering.
More surely does it flow
Towards oblivion.
Leaving peace,
Silent soothing
Hands smoothing
Disturbed thoughts
And shaking bodies.
Christ our sign
Christ our given
Peace our goal
Life worth living
Here and evermore
(John, 8/21/02)
