This poem is partly a tribute to what is probably my favourite hymn: My song is love unknown (Samuel Crossman 1664)
It uses the same rhyming structure, but my words don’t begin to compare with his magnificent words.
How have I lived my span?
How used the talents mine?
How loved my fellow man,
And let Your glory shine?
That so I might, Your witness be;
Revealing Thee, to others’ sight.
How have I grasped Your grace,
These many years gone by?
I who have seen Your face,
And cannot You deny?
Rich faith was sown: a sense of You,
By others who, Yourself had known.
Heartfelt, I voice my thanks,
To brothers, sisters all,
Who were for me firm planks
To build a conscience tall.
We Christians owe, a massive debt;
Don’t let’s forget, what forebears sow.
This is what church is for:
To hand faith’s baton on,
Jesus’ memory strong.
I take my place, among the ranks,
To pray our thanks, for biding grace.
Divine love, our cement;
To know and to be known;
We never walk alone.
Gathered we praise, in Jesus’ name:
Spirit aflame, for endless days!