We find our destiny
On the road we take away
Far from Seattle
To where Inverness lay
Left behind are all our losses
Dead dreams on empty crosses
We walk away forever?.
To that place “Love” finds us.
And shares the road beside us.
That “Stranger” with a point of view.
He does not scold our running
For He knows our petty fear,
Yet questions our confusion
Of promises, He made so clear.
He assures us – “I will return!”
Then shares our evening meal
And leaving us these few words
“Kindle Hope into Desire!”
“Fan Faith into a Flame!”
“Blazing Action, Now on Fire!”
“Teach all this and use My Name!”
So running back into my city
With a burning to proclaim
“He is alive!” ” He is alive!”
And I will never be the same!”
Yom Kippur – October 9th 2000 afternoon.