Upon reaching
we stand
hand in hand
at Ben Barker's
grave site,
we hear
the stillness of
nothing
through your
preaching
we hear
the preacher's
voice ring
out over the hilltop
we see
limp boards
tin-soldier style
transform into
church benches
your teaching
we feel
soul in soul
life then
life now
upon reaching
we stand
hand in hand