Further In

“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.”