TO BE A PILGRIM
COULD I BUT (PSALM 51)
Could I but see that face I’d know
So deep inside me beauty lives,
And all the ugliness I’ve done
Would be reformed, informed by love.
Could I but hear that voice of His -
Like some bell sounding well below
The walled resistance of my mind -
At last I would obey His law.
Could I but feel His touch on me
My sickness would be swept out clean -
The fever broken - shame flushed free -
And I would be a child again.