A Day in the Life of Andrewes
Please do not disturb!
I must be about my Father's business alone.
As the morning breaks
I lift up my eyes to the Father
from whence comes my help.
I lift up my hands for the world
fragile, but in your delicate hands.
My sins confessed,
my praises raised,
Your people held in my heart,
to the Scriptures I now turn
to read, mark and inwardly digest
the Fountain of life, and the Son.
The cross!
Precious are my hours
Spent gazing and gazing
Upon You, O blessed Jesu;
Your life surrendering
To the will of the Father.
There is no greater joy,
no greater comforter
than the words "Come unto me".
I shall give you life.
"Learn of me"
and be my servant.
Your life flowed from Your side
To bathe us in baptism,
Forgiving and sustaining us
in the Blood of Salvation.
Never am I as close to you,
Never my "blessed union" so complete
When like Thomas,
I cry out, "My Lord and my God".
Now to Court;
To preach once again
man's need for repentance,
and Christ's longing to hear,
"I turn".
What greater message to tell
Of the angels' joy
to hear the sinner's song,
"I love you dearest Saviour".
If I have softened one stony heart
my service is well done for the day;
I can lay me down and take my rest
grateful that the Lord's work is done.
M.D.
[ a poem I wrote to commemorate the 400th anniversary of Andrewes' consecration as a bishop on 3rd November, 1605.]