wishful thinking
ecce homo (by david coleman "faces in the flames")
no purse, no script, no change of robe,
the Man in sole possession of his power,
no twice told tale, no hiding place
and on in his face the burden of the hour.
I am- that you may know the pulse of life,
drink deep, head bowed and take my fitting yoke,
those that are weary, sick of self, draw near,
those that are fearful share my sheltering cloak.
Learn of my God, who loves me as son
and as a father seeks his will in me,
one in our purpose, one in mastery,
love is our secret, love the only key.
Narrow the road for me and cruel the path,
few will attempt it, fewer still will rise
beyond the morning, valley mists behind
and claim with me the summit
and the prize.
