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There is a place on some far shore
Where death and misery are no more
Where love and beauty can be found
And hearts in unison are bound.
A place where hopes and dreams can end
In joyful union, souls may blend
And sing their praises, shout their love
And fear no injury from above.
On that shore, so far away
There are no tears to wipe away
There are no wounds, that do not mend
There are no knees, that do not bend
Toil and strife are left behind,
No one is deaf and no one is blind
There is no suffering of any measure
Faces reflect a new found pleasure
"It sounds like paradise," you say,
"It sounds like a place I'd like to stay."
"How can I get there, who do I see?"
"Are you sure about this?" "Is it too late for me."
"It must be expensive, but I can pay"
"I've gathered a lot here, in my day"
"Perhaps I could work, and earn my way there"
"Whatever it takes, what is the fare?"
The place exists and the cost is dear
But the fare has been paid and the way is clear.
A ticket was purchased for you, long ago
But you must claim it, if you want to go.
It may sound offensive but it's nonetheless true,
That I am a sinner and so are you.
But I am forgiven and ticket in hand,
I am assured of the promised land.
The One who bought the ticket for me,
Is the One who died on Calvary's tree.
Sufferred and died for me, and you
A price beyond measure yet, patently true.
"So, how do I get my ticket?" you ask
"Is it so simple, is there no task?"
The answer is simple, it's hardly a task
All you need do, is openly ask.
He did not die on Calvary, you see,
He arose and lives in people like me.
Waiting to hear a simple plea,
"I have sinned, I am sorry, please come and help me"
It all sounds so simple and child like tis true.
But that is the way it was planned for you.
Peace in this world is ever elusive,
But hope springs eternal, and is not exclusive.
All who would have it, all who believe
Can take comfort in knowing, the Saviour's reprieve.
There is a place on some far shore
Where death and misery are no more
Where love and beauty can be found
And hearts in unison are bound.
Bill Murphy, December 23, 1994.
