A Window To The Past
By Michael D. Squires
A whispered voice, almost missed,
Not perceived for the demands of here and now,
from the past, piercing thru the dark.
We turn our hearts, turn our minds,
And we find there a window to the past,
a breath of life, that ignites in us a spark.
And we sense their great pleasure
as their stories unfold
And doors open wider
to glories untold
As we watch thru a window to the past
Beyond the veil, loved ones wait
For the chance to help us see their lives
And heaven’s treasures gathering in store.
We turn our hearts, turn our minds,
And we find there a window to the past,
And they wait at the threshold of heaven’s door
We seek to find them, to know them,
To serve them faithful and bold;
And doors open wider
To glories untold,
as we watch thru a window to the past.
Maybe they see us, they know us,
They've served us faithful and bold;
And doors open wider
To glories untold,
as we watch thru a window to the past.
And we’re blessed thru a window to the past.