On through the fields of silentness
The soul defies the carnal kiss.
But, through the troubles--unaware--
It finds an end to hallowed cares.
It bides its time--twill force the edge
Where carnal deeds will plant a wedge
To spring within as poverty
For all the minds' most righteous deeds.
The troubled find the farthest realm
Through he who now commands the helm
And finds himself in fields awry
Where none can hear his weary cry.


The path has led to desperate days
Where he does naught but go astray.
The helmsman leads the wheel to crash;
Defiles the mind, the soul, the chaste.
Confrontations sure to come
Will bring an urge to flee, to run.
There to find a lonely brink
Where none can fill the missing link.
Great deeds are vessels, empty yet;
Mere loans that never fill the cleft.
The helmsman hides behind his mask
To force the edge, the fall, at last.


The lonely walls are dark and deep
Echoing steps do naught but weep.
The walk is done; the edge is forced.
The fall so great, it defies course.
The weary often find the realm
Where bottomless pits command the helm.
The fall, profound--despair, utmost.
Defining sure the soul's true host.
Indelible marks are left behind
In remnants of the shattered mind.
The weary one must seek, at last,
The hallowed one beyond the glass.


The soul cannot but search to find
The Potter who restores the mind.
Who brings release, a comfort lost;
Replaces joy that came to naught.
The walls are deep the mind has found;
There is but One who knows the ground
Where all was lost--the soul, bereft.
That Rock of Ages fills the cleft.
If one begins to search His halls
For crumbling of barren walls,
A mighty hand will pull him from
The desperate world to which he has come.


The lonely halls which suffered the soul
Have led it to these higher goals.
All the debts that weren't fulfilled,
A robe of white will now conceal.
A touch, a word of love reveals
The One who foots the highest bills.
Despair turns to joy!
Walls are destroyed!
The feet will move--their walk begun.
There'll be no need to flee, to run.
The soul's complete; there is no loss.
The Savior paid all on the cross.