(Schleswig 5 January 2014)
Drums beat closer;
The rumble of gun-carriages rolls
Closer; the tramp of the marchers sounds
Closer.
In their hut listen
The widow, her daughter
And her grandson. They feel
Their heartbeats.
But the boy reads
The hymn's desire:
For God to put around us
A wall.
If men built a wooden wall
Men could burn it.
They hear in the town
The yowls and bravado
Of war.
If men built a stone wall
Men could sap it.
They hear from the town
Musket, cannon
And scream.
If men built a steel wall
Men could slight it.
Silence. In their huddled
Hut they hear only
The wind.
If God builds a wall
What can men do?
They venture out. No
Sound but the wind; they see
God's wall.
For only He could hide
From the marauders' eyes
By that lofty drift of snow.
You'll get the story here: Story of our Hymns
And the Clemens von Brentano poem here:Die Gottesmauer
- in German, I'm afraid!
Drums beat closer;
The rumble of gun-carriages rolls
Closer; the tramp of the marchers sounds
Closer.
In their hut listen
The widow, her daughter
And her grandson. They feel
Their heartbeats.
But the boy reads
The hymn's desire:
For God to put around us
A wall.
If men built a wooden wall
Men could burn it.
They hear in the town
The yowls and bravado
Of war.
If men built a stone wall
Men could sap it.
They hear from the town
Musket, cannon
And scream.
If men built a steel wall
Men could slight it.
Silence. In their huddled
Hut they hear only
The wind.
If God builds a wall
What can men do?
They venture out. No
Sound but the wind; they see
God's wall.
For only He could hide
From the marauders' eyes
By that lofty drift of snow.
You'll get the story here: Story of our Hymns
And the Clemens von Brentano poem here:Die Gottesmauer
- in German, I'm afraid!
Wonderful.
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