Each day and night, O God
You greet and welcome tens of thousands,
Souls released from earthly care
And streaming to your arms.
Tens of thousands
Every day and night.
Among them is a little boy
Whose earthly legs should still
Be carrying him gaily
Over a Syrian hill
And not, bedewed with sand,
Searing the convicted conscience
Of the world.
Among them is a trio,
Mother, father, daughter,
Children of music,
Parents each of melody and harmony.
They should still be raising songs
For us.
Among them are more fathers,
Step-fathers,
Mothers,
Step-mothers,
Brothers,
Sisters,
Siblings,
Lovers,
Friends,
Leaders,
Followers,
Acquaintances,
Loved Ones.
Loved by someone here.
Loved before the dawn of time
by You.
Embrace these saints, O God
(If the youngest of them will endure it
Before they race to dance upon the crest
Of heaven’s highest hill).
Embrace we saints, O God,
Who wish we’d had a way to share
For just a little longer
And only dimly see the consolation
You intend for us.
Amen.
ordainedgeek 