“Further up and further in.”
The place where I began is not the
place I will end.
I started as one who had nothing,
willing, but not able.
In a dream, in a vision, He came to me;
By night, He sang to me of His love,
His home.
I asked Him for mercy, and He made his
dwelling in me.
But my dwelling place fades as a blade
of grass, and thus
I must travel to His.
He said “Further up and further in,”
And so I chase the God who made me
Into the shadows, across shaky ground,
and
Over hills that hinder sight of my
destination.
Never can I stop to build a home here;
Always I must move ahead to some other
place.
I ache for you, my home, I ache for
you!
My hands, my feet, my heart, these are
real,
But not as really real as what lies far
ahead.
Stepping onward, I dislodge all that
holds me here,
And follow, “further up and further
in.”
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