Come,
dip a scallop shell into the font
For
birth and blessings as a child of God.
The
living water rises from that fount
Whence
all things come, that you may bathe and wade
And
find the flow, and learn at last to follow
The
course of Love upstream towards your home.
The
day is done and all the fields lie fallow
One
thing is needful, one voice calls your name.
Take
the true compass now, be compassed round
By
clouds of witness, chords of love unbound.
Turn
to the Son, begin your pilgrimage,
Take
time with Him to find your true direction.
He
travels with you through this darkened age
And
wakes you everyday to resurrection.
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