The King Calls us Forth

I feel like lately, I've been getting some poems to write, many of which someday I would love to make into songs. Anyone good at writing melodies?

Here's one from a few weeks ago:

The King Calls us Forth
Joey Stoll, February 6, 2009


We have a King who calls us forth,
For a journey, to go with Him.
Long is the road and dark the paths.
In tents we sleep, seeing a home.
Its beauty's torch is in our hands,
The light of its hope in our eyes,


So we pick up our plows,
We pick up our swords and sing:
Holy is our God.
Righteous is His hand.
He calls the grass from summer's sleep,
The flowers from the earth.
He calls the clouds to give us rain.
His grace is in the winter stream.
Our food, our life, the air we breathe
We claim it from our God and King.


We are the soldiers of the cross.
We are the kingdom's emissaries.
We are the workers in His field.
We are the mirrors of Christ's glory.
We are the pilgrims on His road,
And we shall reign with Him evermore.

So we pick up our plows,
We pick up our swords and sing:
Holy is our God.
Righteous is His hand.
He calls the grass from summer's sleep,
The flowers from the earth.
He calls the clouds to give us rain.
His grace is in the winter stream.
Our food, our life, the air we breathe
We claim it from our God and King.


Our Father has laid out our course;
The way is straight, the path is sure.
His suffering Son has paved our road.
We follow in His pierced steps.
His Spirit dwells within our hearts,
And He sustains us for the trek.
His holy Word, it is our rock;
In its pages we see our God.

So we pick up our plows,
We pick up our swords and sing:
Holy is our God.
Righteous is His hand.
He calls the grass from summer's sleep,
The flowers from the earth.
He calls the clouds to give us rain.
His grace is in the winter stream.
Our food, our life, the air we breathe
We claim it from our God and King.


The end is sure; we cannot fall.
We journey till we see His face,
We reach our home and feel His grace.
To Zion's peak, we march, we go.
To Zion's peak, we march, we go.