Glory Trail

There runs nearby a well marked path
past forests, farms and home
and mostly when you're heading out
you'll travel it alone

It starts far East of where we live
heads North towards the U P
which leads it West a long ways on
as far as one can see

Old trails like this are precious hopes
maintained by kindred hearts
who see the world as it goes on
without fast stops and starts

Where one can hear the barking jay
the silent butterfly
and smell the dampness of the wood
beneath the wind blown sky

A while back in our small town
at praise and worshiping
I started seeing angels tall
who'd sometimes join and sing

This made me wonder many things
do angels travel light
upon firm roads that cross this land
or are those wings for flight

Or might they traverse glory trails
led on with urgent haste
to do the bidding of the One
full power or full grace

Will fragrant pines cause them to pause
consider season's change
will there be time to climb the grade
and gaze upon the range

Or do they march with urgent gait
and know more than we guess
Or fly with frightful swords ablaze
two or four abreast

And as those angels sang with us
it stirred my heart with hopes
that there would come dear victories
for lives bound up with ropes

Were we a route to somewhere else
just passing through this town
they used the nearby well marked path
then heard our praising sound

Or could this be a rally point
with plans of future battle
designed to bring down fortresses
and make dark towers rattle

That every principality
and every demon power
would be caste down by angel swords
then forced to hide and cower

Will then from here the armies march
Northwest and then Southeast
upon the well marked angel trails
as Spirit is released

You've heard about the glory train
that runs upon bronze rails
where one can only ride by faith
up to where that entails

But now we'll know the glory trail
that's bound not up but wide
to bring a roaring cleansing fire
with angels by our side

To every place that hungers deep
for loosing ropes and chains
where souls cry out for mercies hope
where lives will lose their pain

Where men will speak with bold intent
declaring Heaven's way
where women freely serve with men
to preach, prophesy and pray

I urge that you will get caught up
encountered by those flames
set free to hike the angel paths
equipped to bold proclaim

That there is One who died for us
who sets our spirits free
who opens eyes so we can walk
new eyes so we can see

There runs nearby a well marked path
past forests, farms and home
and when you venture out on it
you'll never be alone