Wonder
Written for BAC2ONE Art Camp 2011
I wonder what it's like to soar through endless skies of blue, To know each shade and color of the flowers in Peru. I wonder what it's like to feel the wind under my wings, To feel that blessed rush of joy that daring freedom brings. I wonder how it feels to know each animal on earth, To watch the swans arch graceful necks; to feel a kitten's mirth. I wonder what it's like to be a candle peeking out Of autumn's biggest bright pumpkin at smiles all about. I wonder how it feels to crest Mt. Everest at dawn, And soak in reverent sun rays as they bask me in their yawn. I wonder what it's like to watch the forest from above; From luscious green to toasted orange, twigs draped in snowy gloves. I wonder if the angels weep, what makes them if they do? Do they, like Jesus, cry at sin, or simply praise as due? I wonder how the saints will march, when we go marching in. Will trumpets sound to match our beat, as we sing what's within? I wonder if the clouds shall make a chariot for God. When he comes riding on a cloud shall it look very odd? I wonder who came up with words like electricity. And while we're here, how'd Edison, catch light so I can see? I wonder if the giant fish that swallowed Jonah whole Was told "Do not to digest this guy He's going on parole"? I wonder how Zacheeus felt as he climbed up that tree. Did he feel sad 'cause he was small or happy just to see? I wonder what it's like to write to muskets' noisy din, To pray, and oh pray fervently America would win. I wonder what it's like to sculpt the coral in the sea. Does God delight in fragile art to spell-bind fish like me? I wonder how it feels to die, blood dripping down the cross, To save the ones who put you there and show death who is boss. I wonder how Jesus could love a sinner such as me. A love so pure and glorious, I wonder... why for me? |