Ancient Tune

Seasons of mercy never end

Whispering Grace as you descend

As you move over the face of the deep

In our souls your image to keep

Your will it is done

And the dance is begun.

To the ancient tune we dance

And we are dancing like a flame

The song shall transcend circumstance

And we shall never be the same

Now the tongues of flame caress our brow

As to the Lord we humbly bow

At the gates of dawn we would burn

For the gates of dawn we still yearn

Enter the silence

If God is wordless and no word awaits

Fleshís silent cathedral

As we listen in the gate

We burn in the silence

Burn in the mystery of Your life

For there is no violence

And your will is only right

In simple truth you make it plain

As we all dance to your refrain

And blessing pleasure or in pain

The Song will suffice, will more than suffice

Seasons of mercy seasons of grace

Hovering over the face of the deep

The hungry and thirsty

The waif and the wasted you will keep

Store up the tears we weep

As wonder we behold

As we ponder the wonder untold.

Anthony Foster

August 23, 2007