The way, we know not to where you’re going
and you tell us we cannot go with you.
How can you speak such, upset us anew?
For life, we left home, kin, all our knowing.
Our hearts are deeply rent, each day growing
troubled as we learn the days may be few.
Lord, why should you hide the place you go to?
Where is the truth we have been following?
“You know the way as sure as you’ve seen me.
Believe in God. In me believe also.
To prepare a place for you I must go.
Let not your hearts be troubled nor dismay.
I will return and with me you will be.
I am the truth and the life and the way.”
mark t. collins 