Isle Of Paradise Poem by Chris Whittle

Isle of Paradise

Who then shall find the Isle of Paradise midst the ancient seas
The gleaming shores, the turquoise reefs and emerald pools and trees?
Whose song upon the morning fair shall ring among the peaks
The breath of peace and dear won rest rising with the breeze?

Of those who sail the deep to seek the sacred lands, why so few
Have seen the prancing breakers and glimpsed heights of freedom blue?
Come My son and daughter, seek My heart and give to Me your life
For whosoever loses it in Me shall find it anew

Do you feel the restless urge in your breast to venture abroad
In search of your heart's fulfilment, that enticing treasure hoard?
For where your treasure is, there also will be your seeking heart
So enter through the cross of Christ and find comfort in the Lord