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Beneath the grass a river lies,
A hidden sea beneath the skies;
I draw each dawn from Christ’s own well—
And thirst returns so I may tell.

I stood outside the music hall
And counted what was owed to me;
But mercy opened wide the door—
A son was all I had to be.

The vineyard’s fruit was not my own,
Yet still I claimed the fields as throne;
Until a voice—both fierce and kind—
Spoke like a prophet to my mind.

I warmed myself by comfort’s flame,
And called the distant wars a game;
But Heaven’s mercy drew a line—
The comfort I kept was never mine.

I knelt to wish for throne and crown,
But Christ walked by and set them down.
The chalice gleamed where glory shone—
And suddenly the wish was gone.

I sought a chair, a place to stand,
A title held in careful hand;
But saints win crowns by kneeling low—
The truest example is to serve and go.

I weighed my brother on my scale,
And found him wanting, thin and frail.
But Heaven’s cup poured wide and free—
The larger measure judged was me.

On mountain height His glory flared,
Then down the dusty road He fared.
Transfigured light in mortal frame—
The pasture never looks the same.

Perfect is not polished stone,
But mercy fully grown.
The Father’s sun on foe and friend—
Love without an end.

I built my throne of indignation,
called it zeal and called it fire—
but Christ stood at my altar
and asked for something higher.

Not louder truth nor sharper word,
nor one more righteous claim—
but hands unclenched, a heart released,
and love that burns without a name.