Upon this Rock

Written by: Robert Ludden

Join with me now in the creation of a faith;
may yours become the portrait 
of the father of a God. 
Give us the words
that we may spread the glory 'round.

Faith is the flight, we're told,
 to know that which cannot be grasped
....that which is not,
in fact, it is beyond 
no thing of jewels or of gold.

What it becomes, are footsteps of the mind
directed well past any time we know
or any universe;
we may elect when we may go,
but never when we may return.

But isn't that the nicest thing 
about a faith?--
that there are no demands...no limits...
nothing to define

And so, on second thought
you need no words at all.