The Expanse of My Soul
When you ask what is it that stirs my soul
Why, I have no words to tell you about it all
Except that, in my soul, lies hope
I do hope that someday,
Somewhere even, life is understood as being but a play!
Hope that somehow, life and love can be mixed up
That the lion and the rabbit together can sup
That God has at last opened His eyes
That He has heard the world's cries
And that I can walk safe, even all alone, on a dark road!
If you ask me what is it that stirs my soul
Why, I shall tell you that is what I believe to be my own call
The reason I took birth
If not to imbibe my peers with faith
At least, I do have the opportunity to bring them to good sense!
If not to show them the reason to love
Even if I am denied of its meaning
At least I can show them how to live with its being
How to be brave
In a world which is heading towards its own grave!
My soul is so old, so bold
In its expanse, the entire world can be fold
Probably it is even older than creation
So what stirs it, is none other than the mysterious
None other than the power and ways of the Lord, so gracious!
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