Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A Poem for Providence


Sitting under mountain heights
And all of LA’s distant lights
Sits a small college campus

Full of students slowly learning
A strong desire, kindled, burning
To know and to be known

And all the while in our minds
It seems as though the dream has died
And Lord we call

Resisting thoughts that you are wrong,
That because of this, our lives are done
In you we trust

Through unfolding mystery
You revealed your Christ for me
And that’s enough

The gospel bids us come and die
Die to self and win the fight
We accept your timing

And mystery? It baffles us still
And yet we know good is your will
We rest in you

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