Across a golden sweeping plain
With prairie flowers a-strewn:
Across a sea of sapphire spark–
The mother of the dew.
Across the great & wide unknowns
And the hills you’ve never trod–
I call to thee, to stand with Me
Jesus Christ, thy God.
Across the Heavens, marbled,
On canvas ember red,
Across the macabre caverns
Where light & love seem dead.
Across the path of heartbreak
Where the darkness takes its toll,
I call thee, to follow Me-
The Shepherd of thy soul.
Across, a cross, I bid thee come,
across the raging sea.
Look not at waves of your fear and pride-
Gaze only, child, at Me.
Across, a cross I too have borne–
I know the pain, the dread.
Still come to Me & rest thy soul-
I will be your joy instead.