True the heart that gives the giftneither seen nor soundedFar the distance to that place beyond mans' ways well groundedRising early from awakinghastening while the day is breakingThe course now set, the journey metthe gift and giver take first stepYoung tender eyes and ears pursuethrough heat of day and cold night dewThe blinding light, the dreaded darkalong this way, they see no mark"What kind of gift can this way bearthis wildness that grown men despair?What place for such young eyes and earsthis journey of strong cries and tears?"And when, at last, the distance nearsa great mountain signs the wayit beckons to the giver and the gift he gives this dayTogether up the mount they climbtheir trek trembling this young tender mind"What kind of gift can this way bearthis height and horror of thin air?What place for untrained hands and feetthis ascent of such strong cries we meet?"Somewhere unwrapped up near the peakthe gift is given, an exchange completeThat young life lost is surely foundwhen those cries to God resoundSo rise early from awakinghasten while the day is breakingYour course now set, your journey meteach mark will rise to guide your stepFar the distance to the placebeyond mans' ways well groundedTrue the heart that gives the giftneither seen nor soundedBreakers of the Hedge ~ Parting Words (2001-2003) TophetGenesis 22