We’re going up that hill and down yon dale.
I want to penetrate the thick dark veil.
His presence to know and His touch to feel,
There’s more to life than some ancient wheel.
Therefore, dear Isaac we travel on still,
It seems a mystery to know God’s will.
Patiently He watches, wonders and waits,
Trusting we’ll enter through the Kingdom’s gates.
For He has purposed that all men should know
The beauty, the wonder of true love’s glow.
And so dear son, this is what we will seek,
Though as jars of clay we are somewhat weak.
An altar awaits an appointed mount,
A place of glory – life’s most precious fount.
Where love and sacrifice as one abound
So joy and wonder, not our grief, astound!
© Neil Mackay Theta Publications June 2009
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