On the Road to Dharamsala
Here where the grass grows free,
wild is awakened in my heart
And nature’s skin is unashamed.
It bares its innocence and purity
and harshness and apathy.
Here where man has failed to tame
mountains high and unborn trees
bursting forth with the green
of new life.
Here where forces unseen
are loosed upon the once serene
And open more to good and bad
I know that You are close at hand.
Here where so many before
have searched and searched
for so much more.
Here where hope is lost by men
And few the workers, much to tend
Here I find my calling, or at least the beginning.
Here I say yes to not look back,
to walk in faith despite attack
I know not what may lie ahead,
but all of me for You instead.