The Other Poems
Faraway Town

I'd treat you to breakfast in faraway nooks
of which I have read about in faraway books,
and when we would walk along faraway brooks,
our faraway faces with faraway looks
would see not too far away a faraway town
where trees grow forever, and nothing is brown.

I'd treat you to lunch in that faraway place,
with faraway flowers in a faraway vase,
and faraway friends with their faraway faces
would be close enough to share their embraces.
And at that sweet lunch in that faraway town,
your tears would be far away, and so would your frown.

I'd treat you to dinner, my faraway lass,
with faraway vintage in your faraway glass,
and we would walk far away, on faraway grasses,
to faraway mountains through faraway passes,
yet still be so close to our faraway town,
we would be at home the moment we would walk down.

We would find that faraway banqueting hall
was not that far away, no, not far at all
because we heard closely God's faraway call
and followed His voice to a faraway stall,
to faraway mangers in His Faraway Town,
to safe and still waters, where we shall lie down.

For soon in our future, the mountains are steep,
and faraway valleys are faraway deep.
Yet Jesus is close to us, Shepherd of sheep,
if ever we shall sleep that faraway sleep.
And we shall live with Him in Faraway Town
and be crowned in love with His faraway crown.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org