Take Me

 Take me

John Clare Stokes

I stood knee deep in the outgoing tide

I said, take me, as it rushed out to sea

I stood arms outstretched in the wind

I said, take me, joyful in the lifting 

I stood upon the rivers edge

I said, take me, as to the gulf it ebbed

I stood in the stream so clear

I said, take me, past the wide eyed deer.

I stood amid the rising smoke,

I said, take me, as through rays it broke

I stood in the shadows growing long

I said, take me, before the light is gone

I stood within the rushing crowd

I said, take me, from clamor loud

I stood in the wide open field

I said, take me, to your bidding I yield

I stood in the Holy presence

I said, take me, and thus began romance.