At Belfry’s End
From near and far, I hear the bells
their clear tones ring an ancient hymn
from long ago, ‘oft sung by men
in pure white robes, at belfry’s end.
I hadn’t heard the bells for years
for I had wandered far from home
their simple notes from long ago
were soon forgot, my soul grew cold.
To hear these joyous bells again
resonates within my heart
with no avoidance on my part
and from them I will not depart.
A rising reverence overtakes
my weariness, for in their sounds
the bells reach inwards, all around
restoring faith, where none was found.
With plaintive chimes, the tolling bells
entreat me to believe and come
before His throne and praise the One
who bought me with His precious Son.
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