Oh Living Christ The Green Roads Far Behind Us Wind

oh living Christ, the dream roads far behind us wind;

now, before us, shine the paths where we will find you

farther along the lane than before

compelling us on. oh Christ my faltering song

please strengthen for the way is long. oh,

open door we dare not close the only way

we have to go the Spring itself in flowering;
 why would we stray

and wander wilderness instead

where every hour is dire, fairest day is farther still.

still we believe your heart within our heart;

your light our only light though sorrow goes beside us
threadbare of disguise in a world so hesitant

to sing your name, oh Saviour

your ramparts still, our only store of glory left,

sweet Time...

mary angela douglas 12 october 2014;
rev. 21 february 2015