Herbert Festivall Poetry — The Call

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life :
Such a Way, as gives us breath :
Such a Truth, as ends all strife :
And such a Life, as killeth death.

Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength :
Such a Light, as shows a feast :
Such a Feast, as mends in length :
Such a Strength, as makes his guest.

Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart :
Such a Joy, as none can move :
Such a Love, as none can part :
Such a Heart, as joyes in love.

I don’t really have much to add here. The poem beautifully speaks for itself. There is such a deep sense here of love: our love of the Incarnate Lord, and that Lord’s love of us. That’s too often lost for modern Christians, who fall into the unfortunate habit of treating the church as a social club, or even worse, as a place where people are merely “nice” to one another.

But of course, the church is nothing like a social club. The church exists as an icon of God’s kingdom — a place where lives are meant to be transformed by Christ’s presence. We should regularly experience this deep love that “none can part” as people find their true selves in God.

So, how about some joy? How about some real love — more than merely being “nice” to those we encounter? How about a church that behaves as if it believes in the way, the truth, and the life?

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