What though this season and this holy birth
Leads to the cross, the suffering, the nails?
Your Kingdom lies around us here on Earth,
You say, though here, in faith, it fails. It fails.
We struggle to believe the failure ours,
A faulty vision, fallen faith. Oh, tell!
Where'er You be past galaxies and stars,
The Kingdom's here, but otherwhere, as well!
Are not sweet showers there, without the hail,
Cool springs and pebbled brooks that never freeze,
Wild flowers on mountain side and vale,
Where children play eternally? And these
Are safe from sickness, sadness, flood, and fire,
At heart's ease ever, beyond the heart's desire?