TELL ME
Tell me, Tell me
Till the day that I can hear
Tell me ever
Keep on telling
Though my days get drear
Till at last I understand
The simplest truth
That lives beyond
The sands of time and space
Of our eternal home.
Where the endlessness
Of Source is known
Tell me in the morning
When the golden light is dawning
Tell me in the noon time clear
Lest other things becloud my way
And as eventide befalls
Lest I be forgetting
Tell me when the sun is setting
That I may sleep, contentedly
And keep on telling me until
Belief is swallowed up in knowing
God is present everywhere.
John Lilley