The Son
I see his reflection upon the face
The water, the trees, the open space
A mirror image, a sun that shines bright
Leading me forth into eternal light
Showing me things he’s drawn in the sand
Guiding me by his invisible hand
Illuminating paths along the mountainside
By his grace I’ve seen how far that I’ve climbed
Giving me vision, a new hope, and a fire
Burning away my wrongful desires
The potter who seeks, I seek him to mold
A new man in me with a future to behold
by Jeremy O’Connor
