Of untraveled miles and a lady's smile,
Of fallen men and their last sighs,
Of glorious kings and their fabled rise,
I tell the stories of men and their heart.
Carry them to lands far apart.
A youngster once passed me on the road.
I rode his lips to become love's ode.
The warmth of love flowed through me.
That day, the beauty of man, I did see.
The world that he could build for Thee.
I flowed through the lips of a bard.
Telling the story of a young leopard.
Who fought to save his people from tyranny.
He had believed it to be his destiny.
So, fought like a lion for them, and then, saved the day.
I became the sermon of preachers old.
Who taught the lesson, to be brave and bold,
To love all, and from sin refrain,
To side with good, even at the cost of pain,
And to build a Kingdom of Heaven for Him.
I was the ballad of the eldest king.
Whose greatness people often sing.
He was worthy, wise and just,
He won both people's heart and trust.
Many men through ages I knew, like him though, were precious few.
I have witnessed a man's inconsolable pain,
Through my words I have let them drain.
I have been the broken heart's wail.
I have been the widow's tear,
I have been the lonely orphan's fear.
Feelings, O man! you have not felt,
Seasons you have never known,
Lands you shall never see,
Are all somewhere hidden in me.
But to explore them all, you must explore me.
