CHRIST
IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter…
©
Every once in a while I write
a hymn. I have a tune for this one, but I can’t write music, so you’ll have to
make do with “just words.” It’s simple, though, so you can figure out a tune
for yourself.
VERSE 1
We are but dust in this
one life, in the middle of the strife,
As we journey toward the
place for which we yearn.
Our strength is almost
gone, we’re too weary to go on,
But my friends, we’re at
the point of no return.
REFRAIN:
No return. No return.
Let us push on toward the
joy for which we yearn.
Fellow pilgrim, take my
hand; let us join the upward band,
For my friends, we’re at
the point of no return.
VERSE 2
In the desert we did
wander, we began to look back yonder,
To the life of slavery we
desired to turn.
Moses struck water with
his staff, and he killed that golden calf.
He said, Friends, we’re at
the point of no return.
REFRAIN:
No return. No return.
Let us push on toward the
joy for which we yearn.
Fellow pilgrim, take my
hand; let us join the upward band,
For my friends, we’re at
the point of no return.
VERSE 3
Jesus walked that lonely
road, burdened by a heavy load.
No one else could see the
shadow of the cross.
His disciples ran in
fright, but Jesus’ face was toward the light.
He knew we could not gain
without his loss.
REFRAIN:
No return. No return.
Let us push on toward the
joy for which we yearn.
Fellow pilgrim, take my
hand; let us join the upward band,
For my friends, we’re at
the point of no return.
John
Robert McFarland
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
The
“place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s
Upper Peninsula [The UP], where life is defined by winter even in the summer!
[This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]
I
used to keep a careful index of all the things I told in this blog so that I
would not repeat. That has become unwieldy. Now I just trust to… what’s it
called… oh, yes, memory. Sorry about repeats.
I
have also started an author blog, “Just Words,” about writing and reading, in
preparation for the publication, by Black Opal Books, of my novel, VETS, about four handicapped and
homeless Iraqistan veterans who are accused of murdering a VA doctor, in 2015. http://johnrobertmcfarland-author.blogspot.com/
I
tweet as yooper1721.
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