The Prize

To brace the winds of desert sands
To hold your spirit within my hands
To tame the tongue that wounds so vast
To bury guilt for things now past

To understand our see-through world
To witness truth as it’s unfurled
To rise before the solar glare
To raze the walls which cause despair

To tread the subtle earth-bound paths
To seek for mercy, excused from wrath
To swim the rivers of ancient lands
To ride the gales of ocean spans

To print our stories upon a page
To view the earth as a living stage
To avoid the wake of nescient fools
To shape with hands, instead of tools

To search for love beneath the core
To leave adversity outside our door
To see through pain with limpid eyes
To right the wrongs that we despise

To talk to Jesus, face-to-face
To hear him speak of love and grace
To watch the stars ignite the skies
From God to us, His treasured prize