We
set out on our journey
when
the words of life were spoken.
We knew we had to travel;
we
knew the world was broken
We
knew we had a message
that
would breathe a new-found hope,
we
knew it would not be easy,
we
trusted we would cope.
We
left behind our cares,
our
fortune and desire.
We
gathered up our courage;
we
would set the world on fire.
Or
so we hoped and so we prayed,
we
studied and we plodded.
We
collected our resources
while
the Spirit pushed and prodded.
We
saw our destination
unfold
just like a vision;
we
knew we had a calling,
we
knew we had a mission.
Good
news for the poor, we cry;
good
news of love and grace!
The
light is coming, now it’s here,
it
shines upon each face.
We
journey in the darkness,
we
journey in the night,
we
dine upon the wine, the bread
set
at the table, white.
Injustice
casts its shadow,
we
feel its dreadful threat;
we
know that love will triumph,
that
love’s not finished yet.
So
we confront the cruelty
the
oppression and the greed;
dig
deep into our calling
and
find the strength we need.
But
bitterness won’t go away
and
fearfulness persists;
we
weaken and grow weary,
and
still the call insists.
“Let
us go,” with worn-out cry
we
make our loud request.
“The
journey is too difficult
we
need a place to rest.”
“All
these years we’ve journeyed
we’ve
struggled on and on,
but
no-one seems to notice
and
no-one sings our song.
“And
no-one seems to care,
the
world has not been righted;
this
kingdom’s too elusive,
it
is so seldom sighted.
“All
people should be saved by now,
and
dwell in heavenly bliss!
There
are not many left of us,
we
can’t go on like this!
We
cannot help but question,
we
have to voice our doubt;
where
is the gospel power,
where’s
that hallelujah shout?
We
didn’t really plan for this;
Ha,
we didn’t plan at all.
No
planning but a simple “yes,”
when
caught inside love’s thrall.
We
stand within the silence,
we
wait for a reply.
The
road ahead seems unconcerned,
the
road behind asks, “Why?”
“Why?”
and “What?” and “Can it be?”
“How
can we know the way?”
We
search inside the stillness
for
a reason not to stay.
“Don’t
stop now!” the call responds,
“Keep
on the road, my friend!
You
know that once you’ve started
you
must see it to the end.
“You
think you’ve made a sacrifice,
perhaps
you have, that’s fine.
Your
gifts of love are noted;
all
gifts of love are mine.
“There’s
beauty in your weariness,
there’s
beauty in persistence.
There’s
glory in defiant acts,
in
grace, and truth’s resistance.
“The
destination’s guaranteed,
don’t
worry you can’t see it.
The
journey is the place of truth
for
those who choose to be it.
“This
broken world’s still waiting
for
my children to arrive,
to
build the peace and bring the love;
to
make it come alive.
“So
don’t forsake the journey,
no,
don’t give up the fight;
and
don’t forget my Spirit’s yours;
walk
in the Spirit’s light.
And
though the way be painful,
and
though the night be strong,
remember
that you’re not alone;
come
join the angels’ song
© Ken Rookes
I shared this at my last presbytery meeting on Tuesday. On reflection it seems to have some relevance to the Gospel reading for Sunday, being the first in Advent.