Albert Price Poems

When the rising tides of the storms of life assail,
My hope abides fastened secure to the Rock.
When the chilly waters cause my strength to fail,
My heavy anchor and God's eternal love interlock.
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In the midst of our cosmic garden manse,
A machine awakens from eons of nights
And inhabits a lush and glorious expanse.
Sitting like a double ring circus of delights,
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His hair was black, crisp and wavy,
Above a face well-featured by grace.
A man who knew how to earn a living,
He could look the entire world in the face.
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What is it that we call wisdom?
And where is it that it is found?
It is no place in the land of the living,
Nor can it be bought by the pound.
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We inhabit human flesh,
Anchored in sturdy bone,
Pressing the sweetest grapes
All the pretty day long.
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God's mercy and love raised you to this tier,
Amid the party of graduates assembled here.
So think not of self more highly than you ought,
For it is the Lord's grace that kept you unfraught.
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Awakening from a restful night,
I thank God for my humble home,
For His keeping watch as I slept,
And for His morning show of charm.
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Fields where the bondman's toil
No more shall trench the soil,
Seem now to bask in a serener day;
The meadow-birds sing sweeter, and the airs
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As the celestial music becomes ever faster,
She moves to and fro with the harmony.
And in sync with the Great Master ever more,
She is a bit giddy from the wine of eternity.
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