So, I have it on good authority (I’ve been told by an industry expert) that this song is no good. The words are too hard to understand, and I use too many archaic terms. But I like it anyway. Hope you do, too. I thought about all the people I’ve known who have died in Christ. And that’s what I wrote about. It sure is hard for us… but not for them at that point. Check it out here.

death of the saint

death seals the honest open graves of the poor
and the soil falls to close up its door.
in a time set for living that dying has its say,
the hill swells up with the bones deprived the day.
the train weaves down through the village spring night,
the mourners settle in to shield the sight
of loss that bears so heavy on the sin-sick soul,
of grief that in it’s richness makes us whole.

it’s a loss no man can figure, it’s a duel no man can win.
it’s a cup no man can drink from, but the light tumbles in.

for there is no time as the Spirit moves on,
through the darkness of night to the day.
for this is the night to rejoice in the dawn,
for this one has finally found the Way.

morning approaches like the dust blowing by
just to tumble our dreams as they cry.
the cold door of death has been shut in too long,
and the loss bears its sorrow too strong.

it’s a loss no man can figure, it’s a duel no man can win.
it’s a cup no man can drink from, but the light tumbles in.
it’s a loss this one has figured, it’s a duel this one has won.
it’s a cup this one has taken and is speeding toward the Son.

for there is no time as the Spirit moves on,
through the darkness of night to the day.
for this is the night to rejoice in the dawn,
for this one has finally found the Way.
for time has no meaning when time is defeated,
and sin and death are finally overcome.
the joy overwhelming will shadow the grief,
as the spirit goes speeding toward the Son.

©2000 Peter J. Hamm. All rights reserved.

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