I bind my heart, this tide, to the Galilean's side,
To the wounds of Calvary, to the Christ who died for me.
I bind my soul this day to the brother far away
And the brother near at hand, in this town and in this land.
I bind my heart in thrall to God, the Lord of all.
To God, the poor man's friend, and the Christ whom He did send.
I bind myself to peace, to make strife and envy cease.
God, knit Thou sure the cord of my thralldom to my Lord!
Friday, August 14, 2009
The heart in thrall to God
Mural painting from the catacomb of Commodilla (Fourth Century)
I haven't thought of this text in a long time now and just happened upon it today. Way back in my minister of music days I remember teaching my choir a lovely, haunting piece with these words: