One morning a few weeks ago, I was lying in bed in that vague state between sleep and wakefulness, when I started thinking about something someone had said to me a few days before – that there weren’t enough good hymns about the future, and the certain hope Christians have, in Christ, of the new creation. And, as I lay there, words started to run around in my mind, falling seemingly effortlessly into rhyme and meter.
This has happened to me once before, a few years ago. That time, I didn’t write anything down, and when I woke up, I forgot it all. This time, I didn’t make the same mistake. A few days ago I found the scrappy post-its and typed them up. With really very little additional polish, here is the result.
There’s A White Robe Waiting For Us
There’s a white robe waiting for us –
Cleaner than new-fallen snow,
Brighter than the sun at noon-day,
Radiant with a heav’nly glow.
Such a garment we can’t merit,
Given by the Lord we serve.
Symbol of his love and kindness,
Sign of grace we don’t deserve.
There’s a body waiting for us –
Perfect, whole in every way.
We will suffer no more sickness,
Slaves no longer to decay.
Weak and frail are earthly bodies,
Into dust they fade away.
But our resurrection dwelling
Fit and strong will ever stay.
Perfect bodies, robed in splendour –
This will be our final state.
And that time is nearly with us,
Not much longer now to wait.
Mindful of that new creation,
Send us out to love and serve.
Tell your message to the nations
Of forgiveness undeserved.
(C) 2006 Gervase Markham
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Given that I’m normally not creative in this way, the authoring credit should go to the Holy Spirit… but I’m not sure the law would recognise His copyright.