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:
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!
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