| Bound By Invisible Bonds
Across our native land and beyond the
distant sea,
A humble, longing people, would lift up their hearts to Thee
O Father, how were scattered, how our tents are pitched apart,
But we long to be together, with the loved ones of our heart.
But, Father, in our scattered state, we thank thee for the
chain
That binds our hearts in unison, while we on earth remain;
The bond which makes it possible, though scattered far and wide,
To love so close and love so dear each member of that Bride.
Were glad, een though the flesh is bound unto a
certain place,
The spirit's free in thought to be with every child of grace.
Were with each brother in his work, no matter where he be:
In prayer, in love, in daily thought, to wish him victory.
And even where a saint may be whom we have never met,
Some isolated gem, perchance, no brother's seen as yet,
Sweet waves of love go from that heart to each devoted soul,
Unintroduced by earthly form, weve reached communions goal.
So, loved ones, while we miss your face, we know your
heart is here.
Weve felt the power of your prayers, effectual and sincere.
The many miles that intervene may keep the flesh apart,
But with it there a closeness naught of earth can eer impart.
Benjamin Barton, Pilgrim
Echoes, page 503 |