It’s that agape
Love that brings this world
Together again

Ay, ay, ay, ce faci!
He says, every single time
It is his trademark.

You feel your arms burn,
And you think you might give up
But He gives you strength.

It begs.
Calling out,
A dusty tome  
Sits on his desk
Begging his mind
To let go and roam
Those thrilling lands
Explore the ocean deep
Discover memories past
Fight and win battles it lost
To restore those relationships
And right those thousand wrongs
And forgive what debts weren’t paid
And create that not created or made
Calling, sing all the unsung songs
Once more kiss his wife’s lips
To cure bitterness of frost
Answer what was asked
Try unexplored paths
Warm frozen hands
Befriend a gnome
Get more sleep
Escape the bands
See the ocean foam
Release those confined
Write stories Romanesque
Return to his mother at home
Become a young, little boy scout
It begs.

A shrill whistle calls
And a voice that warms my heart
Beckons me to come.

Wake up! Wake up!
It’s time to dream, child.
Here’s your cup,
Now take a sip, my dear.

It’s time to create
No matter what they
Say about your fate
Only One knows, beloved.

It’s time to be,
Be all that you can
And plant that tree
Because you are His.

It’s time, love, to
Run this race. Run hard,
Seek what’s true.
This isn’t about you, child.

It’s time to give all
That you have got
And to take the fall
For someone else.

It’s time, you know,
Because you’re free
Truth in hand, go show
Love to your enemies.