A Man of Stature

A man of stature

A man of stature

In more ways than one

Faithful to his calling

Till his life’s work is done

Love beholds thee and is glad

I think not of the loss we feel

When He is called afield

But of the chance that opens up

For both of us to yield

Unto God’s will

And thus to grow

Each to become

More who we are

And thus you’ll see

The God in me

And I will see in you

The shepherd and the poet

For he’s there within our view

The fertile soil we fielded here

Is richer now than when

He first began to till the seeds

To plant the trees

To till the earth on bended knees

And harvest crops

As people’s needs

Became their source of growth

And so he grew apace with us

And left when he was called

We grieved before

And grieve again

What we perceived as loss

But all is gain

And all is good

When called by God

To personhood

By God who’s surely boss 

And all are wiser this

Time around – for we have found

A way to bless with him

This field we’ve tilled

And bless each new surprise

With open hands

And grateful hearts

We’ll bless the tears

The liquid prayer that flows from wiser eyes