Tag: heaven

I Have Found My Way

I have found my way 

and it is a different way to the world’s way  

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A way that leads to life through death 

a way of grace and reconciliation 

humility, obedience and self-renunciation  

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I have found my way 

I have found a new identity  

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Now I can begin again 

to live and work 

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to write and sing 

I can begin again  

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And I can now be understood 

by love of one known greater than myself 

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Who gave his life for love of me 

his life and love now newly understood  

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Renouncing all his pleasures 

all the comforts of his soul 

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Relinquished all in the death of hell 

he felt upon the cross  

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In the dark a single cry 

‘Why – O my God – why?’  

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Forsaken,  not gone astray like us  

punished for all our wanderings  

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The Jews had forty years – I had twenty 

in the desert before he gave me plenty 

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Of grace, of love, of fellowship 

with others, sisters, brothers newly found 

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Discovered and recovered from the grave  

a flock and then a kingdom saved 

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To serve their lord and shepherd

Faithfully  

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And now we come to live together 

to meet the world and serve forever 

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The king

Of all the heavens  

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Having fellowship with the light 

fighting still the endless fight  

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The darkness that surrounds us 

that will not quickly leave us  

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Shining like stars despite our sin 

struggling still to let him in  

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I have found my way 

and it is a different way from the world’s way  

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I have found my God

My feast 

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And now I bear the yoke 

that brings at last my peace. 

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Inspiring Poem – "Heaven" by George Herbert

I first read this poem when I was a teenager, and I was completely amazed at how George Herbert both makes the poem rhyme with echoes of the word on each previous line, but also how it suggests such profound meaning.

See whether you agree…!

O who will show me those delights on high?
Echo. I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know.
Echo. No.
Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?
Echo. Leaves.
And are there any leaves, that still abide?
Echo. Bide.
What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.
Echo. Holy.
Are holy leaves the Echo then of blisse?
Echo. Yes.
Then tell me what is that supreme delight?
Echo. Light.
Light to the minde: what shall the will enjoy?
Echo. Joy.
But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure?
Echo. Leisure.
Light, joy, and leisure; but shall they persever?
Echo. Ever.

‘Heaven’ by George Herbert

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