The Gateway

Give thanks to God, our Creator.
Give thanks to Jesus, our Savior.
Give thanks to Spirit among us.
The living praise you in chorus.

Master Maker, Primal Force,
destination and our source.
Prince of our Empowerment
model of good government.

God evolved this vast creation,
mix of sorrow and elation,
men and women turning soil,
days of happiness and toil.

Containers masking inner sight,
obscuring breadth and depth and height.
Outward shells keep us from seeing
beauty in each other's being.

Running blind with all our might,
we press against the iron night.
seeking entrance to a place
without a trace of commonplace.

Realization is the key,
an infusion of immediacy,
a sudden clarity of purpose
rising high above the surface

We gaze intently through a portal,
seeking signs of life immortal.
Suddenly, we break the shoals,
our frail vessel turns and rolls.

Pensive sounds of whipping waves.
Saints and sinners in fresh graves.
Moving, melting, lifting rock.
Dark night vision, winds that talk.

Tangled woods and weary ways,
scaling pits of slippery clay,
lusting for omnipotence
failing now to clear the fence.

On a sea of prophecy
roll new waves of energy.
In the vast periphery
new starlight for all to see.

Christ is standing by the gate,
the shepherd who will guide our fate.
Talons of the Paraclete
come to snatch us from defeat.

Breaking through an azure dome,
fertile ponds and fields of loam.
Crimson blossoms, breathless spirit.
Nothing there but yet we hear it.

Let Him in! He is near!
Knowing Him will crush your fear.
Then stretch your hand to those recoiled.
Save the innocents despoiled.

Give thanks to God, our Creator.
Give thanks to Jesus, our Savior.
Give thanks to Spirit among us.
The living praise you in chorus.