Reproclaiming the Everlasting Gospel
This poem (parable, what have you) came to me last summer, and I felt drawn to share it here.
I built my house in the lonely mountains,
I built a place where I might rest.
For of this world I was so weary
That all I asked was one request.
I said good neighbors, can't you leave me be?
I said the peace of the Lord is here,
I said your church is not for me,
They said I blasphemed, it was clear.
They said old heathen, you change your ways,
They said we know you're bound for Hell,
They said the Lord will surely crush you,
I said I blessed and wished them well.
They could not wait for Heaven's justice,
They could not bear that I should live.
They brought me down and made me pay
Till I had nothing left to give.
But I'll rise up, as a thousand flowers,
As the call of the canyon wren.
Yes, I'll rise up in the flight of swallows,
And the cry from the cougar's den.
They thought they had destroyed me wholly,
But I'm in a better land.
My blood they gave to the lonely mountains,
My soul they gave to God's own hand.
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