Storming Gehenna's Gates

Sitting in the back seat of a
Fifteen person van,
Bound for Monroe, L A as a
Conf'rence caravan,

Hearing young folks talking
In the seats in front of me,
Speaking of eternal life,
And of the Trinity.

Delving into C S Lewis,
Chesterton, and such,
With discourse on FV authors
Wilson, Leithart, Lusk;

Seeing passion in their faces,
Hear it in the voice,
Looking down the road a piece
I suddenly rejoice.

Things it's taken years to learn
At my unsteady pace,
They already wrestle with in
His astounding grace.

Families, I can envision
From these twenty-somes;
Fam'lies blessed with faithful daughters,
Fam'lies blessed with sons.

Fam'lies started with a strong
Foundation at the start.
Christ and his affections and
His knowledge fill their hearts.

Knowing how, at Kidderminster,
Baxter labored long;
After nearly twenty years
The streets rang with the Psalms.

Like that, glorious blessing I see
Waiting to unfold:
Covenant communities
With place for roots to grow.

Though I weep for barren years
Which mar the church's past,
Full of hope I look ahead
To see God's work at last.

Semper reformanda:
We are always to reform,
Taking ev'ry thought as captive
To our Saviour Lord.

Such reform I weekly see,
And that in younger saints.
Led by godly elders, they will
Storm Gehenna's gates!