(Written during the Warburton conference VIC, 1990)
I’m composed and full of feeling
I’m en-wrapped in silent healing
The air flows cool in the Father’s mountains
There isn’t much to say
How we spend each pleasant day,
But know, deep down within,
That God’s Spark is close to Him
Our walks of life take different tolls
Of moods, of thoughts, we’re all different moulds
Sometimes we cry for inner peace
We’re glad to have a part, a piece
of life adjusting—inwardly and outwards
Then the chores of climbing and the upward search
To find a cloud, a rising perch
The pilot watches, waits and prompts us
The waiting seems in patience dwells
We burn the midnight oils of searching
To do the will, within ourselves
I’m looking back on years of thinking
I’m slowly moving, surely not sinking
And while I have the goal in sight,
I’ll carry on my God-ward flight,
Merging, feeling, it’s a pleasant surprise
To grasp, enjoy and embrace all my ties