Turn

Turn all thy thoughts to music, love,
Thy jealousies to verse.
Wait patiently upon the day
When death may meet its worst.

Turn all thy dreams to notes, my dear,
Write passion on a staff,
That all may see, adoringly,
Thy heart, thy soul, thy wrath.

Turn sorrow into art, O child,
Paint pictures for the world.
Express yearning for unseen things,
Scrolls yet to be unfurled.

Turn all thy joy to song, Beloved,
Delight caused not by things.
You mend the hole within thy soul
With the Lamb, thy hope, thy King.

Turn hatred into love, my dear,
And thy love express in rhyme.
For all our work is meaningless
When comes the end of time.

Turn emptiness to faith, my love,
Turn black souls back to light.
Show them the way back to Christ's way;
Turn death back into life.