Promised Land

Pack up your things and follow me
To a land I will show you that’s wild and free
Dripping with honey and fruit of the vine
A land that’s nothing short of divine.

Let go of the railing! And come follow me
Over waves churned and boiling into stormy seas
But to your feet will feel smooth as glass
Trusting your heart that this too shall pass.

You’ve got to let go for your hands to be free!
To grab hold of the good things that I have for thee
To breathe deep the air that’s heavy with joy
That no weapon in Heaven nor Earth can destroy.

© 2003 Linda Thacker