We Sing

Approaching The Cup

We sing because God sings,
and the great mystery grows
among lilies, lilacs and rose
while mother dies, and the bell rings
in a season we’re still to know.

We sing because God sings over us
a great mystery we each yearn to tone.
“I will establish the throne 
of his Kingdom for ever,” heard Nathan,
about a king, a king whose words we weep to sing:
	   (Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation)

We sing because God sings in us
nails that pierce with a glad healing
beyond our little life and feeling,
the Good Thief’s great lesson in loss and trust.
It is our despair that He is stealing.

We sing because God sings
of what a human will become
when no longer deaf and dumb
to all that promised Beauty brings.
The City. The Garden. Lord, quickly come.