Countrygirl1976
20th June 2007, 01:18 PM
This poem comes from the following book by Max Lucado,No Wonder They Call Him The Savior. It is found in chapter 10:
Take Me Home
Were it a war-this would be the aftermath.
Were it a symphony-this would be the second between the final note and the first applause.
Were it a journey-this would be the sun, piercing the clouds. But it wasn't. It was a Messiah and this was a sigh of joy.
"Father!'(The voice is hoarse).
The voice that called for the dead,
the voice that taught the willing,
the voice that screamed at God,
now says "Father!'"Father".
The two are again one.
The abandoned is now found.
The schism is now bridged.
"Father." He smiles weakly."It is over."
Satan's vultures have been scattered.
Hell's demons have been jailed.
Death had been damned.
The sun is out,
The Son is out.
It is over.
An angel sighs. A star wipes away a tear.
"Take me home."
Yes, take him home.
Take this prince to his king.
Take this son to his father.
Take this pilgrim to his home.
(He deserves a rest.)
"Take me home."
Come ten thosand angels! Come
and take this wounded troubadour to
the cradle of his Father's arms.
Farewell manger's infant
Bless you holy ambassador.
Go Home death slayer.
Rest well sweet soldier.
The battle is over.
Thought you guys might like this.:thumbsup:
Take Me Home
Were it a war-this would be the aftermath.
Were it a symphony-this would be the second between the final note and the first applause.
Were it a journey-this would be the sun, piercing the clouds. But it wasn't. It was a Messiah and this was a sigh of joy.
"Father!'(The voice is hoarse).
The voice that called for the dead,
the voice that taught the willing,
the voice that screamed at God,
now says "Father!'"Father".
The two are again one.
The abandoned is now found.
The schism is now bridged.
"Father." He smiles weakly."It is over."
Satan's vultures have been scattered.
Hell's demons have been jailed.
Death had been damned.
The sun is out,
The Son is out.
It is over.
An angel sighs. A star wipes away a tear.
"Take me home."
Yes, take him home.
Take this prince to his king.
Take this son to his father.
Take this pilgrim to his home.
(He deserves a rest.)
"Take me home."
Come ten thosand angels! Come
and take this wounded troubadour to
the cradle of his Father's arms.
Farewell manger's infant
Bless you holy ambassador.
Go Home death slayer.
Rest well sweet soldier.
The battle is over.
Thought you guys might like this.:thumbsup: