He was only visiting, for a couple weeks
So many clouds, and even the peaks
Were shrouded in mist－
That town on the cape was cold－
He was told it was unusually so
That the warmth he had just missed.
Was it like him
To land in a place at the worst of times－
Seasons change fast, when going by plane－
Was this the holiday he opted for－
He wouldn’t want to waste it, but
He was only visiting, he said when it would rain.
Everyone it seemed was rushing on
To glance only briefly at the sunset－
They called it a dark continent－
Yet when the sun sets at one end
We know that it rises at the other－
Though gray the outset, he was content.
There were days in that town
When the clouds rolled back－
Gold turned black, and back again－
The coloured prospered there－
One can find the blooms in any season－
He was only visiting, along with a friend.
And joys abound where life is shared－
He found God’s people also there
Family closer than blood－
A small flock grazed, tended with care
A bouquet of color in a small white vase－
And in that place he saw Spring’s bud.
The Word on her lap and the sun on her face－
Her name was beautiful, her body full of grace
She sat alone, her eyes intent－
Where water flows and the living grows－
In that house, good hope was found
His courage too, he thought was spent.
He was only visiting, but he’ll never forget
That town on the cape－
And now, hope – hope still, hope on
and pray in every season.
