Disciple

My head upon His chest
I feel its fall and rise
My eyes completely closed
On this strange and peaceful night
The wonder of it all
I scarce can take it in
That I would be one He chose
To win the world to Him!
And soon, I know we'll leave
For I sense it in His touch
But where, or for what, I do not know
But, - He spoke of blood.
For much, and soon, I fear
Is sure to come to pass
But all I want is the here and now
That's what I need to grasp
For if this is all, life holds for me
It's more than I could ask
To rest and lie here with my Lord
Nothing, - compares to that.

Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP