For Rowdy Christians Everywhere
Page 54
Out of Darkness
When first I found small faith to try to follow
a path towards truth, scarce did I even believe
in truth. Much more distant then, the dream to know
God Himself, a strange hope more meet for laughter
than acceptance. So it seemed, ’til memories of love
wafted the scent of holiness and all good things near.
Kindness, righteousness...such things I bid near,
not guessing the blessings and grace which should follow.
Stalking truth, sliding down joy, tumbling towards love,
with each step I was steered by those who believe--
prodded by meek hands, coaxed by Christian laughter,
as each day they taught me the things I need know.
Each saint was glad to share what all of them know,
ready to point me further or hold me near.
Each longed to prove the secret of their laughter,
eager to straighten the paths I should follow.
They fervently prayed that I too might believe,
and acted as vessels for Christ’s perfect love.
Ah, the depths of His inexpressible love!
It makes one feel His presence and finally know
God is real! What then can one do but believe
that the gospel is true and the kingdom near
at hand? Then yield one’s life and pledge to follow,
and receive the Spirit in dread and laughter.
My heart now pounds joy; my lips dance with laughter;
my eyes twinkle at truth; my soul sings of love;
my mind thrills at the hope of all that must follow;
my spirit bows and then soars, to finally know
the King of heaven, and to see my search near
its end. This have I learned: simply to Believe!
I cry out to all who might through me believe.
With tears of compassion and holy laughter,
I bid you come, for the hour is drawing near!
God offers the choice: red wrath or golden love.
The way into mercy you already know...
saints march, drummers drum, and a child calls “Follow!”
These things we know in faith and teach in laughter:
God waits patiently near, with mercy and love
for all who believe, for all who will follow.