My Name

My Name

Father does Thou know my name?
A single soul of little worth,
Who unlike Thy begotten Son
No angels voice declared my birth.

From Thy throne lifted high
Always bathed in perfect light.
Can Thine eye behold this place,
Too often veiled in endless night?

Does Thou here me when I cry,
From sorrows in my life, I've known?
Does a voice as weak as mine
Ascend the distance to Thy throne?

I was taught while in my youth,
Thou knowest even the sparrow's fall.
Of the creations of Thy hands,
Surely I am the least of all!

Then in my soul a voice was heard,
It quiet majesty it did proclaim;
"Peace be unto you my son.
Dear William, I do know thy name.

William E. Lee

Thy Wondrous Plan

Thy Wondrous Plan

Hear me Father as I cry,
Once again the question; Why?
Hold in Thine my trembling hand
As now I seek to understand.

My once secure and sound belief,
Now shaken in this hour of grief
Hide not Thy face on yonder throne,
Draw near and leave me, not alone.

From this darkness, set me free,
With mortal eyes that cannot see.
A smaller part of a greater plan
Known to Thee, believed by man.

In whispered voice, we seek to bless
This precious child, now at rest.
Who more than us now understands
The mysteries of, Thy wondrous plan.

Oh my Father, I believe!
But questions come when we must grieve.
Hear me Father, as I pray.
Why this child? Why this day?

A still small voice, I now can hear
"Cheer up your heart and do not fear,
Hold in thine hand the iron rod
Be still and know that I am God"!

A child has brought me to this place
Where love and faith my fears erase.
Known to Thee, now known to man
The mysteries of, Thy wondrous plan.

Dedicated to: Brett Thomas Clarke

William E. Lee

Eternal Day

Eternal Day

Look not with grief upon this place
Remove the sadness from thy face.
Lift up your face rejoice this day
The stone has now been rolled away!

Two angels stand to this they bear
The risen Lord he is not there.
He lives! To this the song we sing
Indeed, "Oh death where is thy sting"?

The battle fought, the battle won,
Behold our Lord, behold His Son.
See him walk beside the sea
That we of men may fishers be.

The empty tomb before us stands
Like evermore, now come to man.
For every soul who'll thus obey
The breaking dawn of eternal day.

With fervent voice we must proclaim
The risen Lord in joyous strain.
Our voices one now here us sing,
To our "Savior, Lord and King"

Did not our hearts within us burn
When of his love we first did learn?
That he for us would bleed and die
Oh precious gift for such as I.

From heavens gate, to mortal womb
From open grave, to empty tomb.
Once bound with chain to the earth
Now in death we find new birth.

With God and angels we shall dwell
We'll sing this chorus, "All is well."
Praise his name and honor give
That we with him may someday live.

In wilderness we shall not roam
The guide has come to lead us home.
His blood now spilt to mark the way
The breaking dawn of eternal day.

William E. lee
Copyright 1996

The Bench

The Bench

I sat upon the bench one day,
That I might watch the world at play.
I did not see the fading light
Upon the bench I spent the night.

But then the day began anew,
The rising sun came to my view,
I thought that I might linger still,
Upon the bench, at my own will.

But soon the days became a week;
I could not move nor could I speak.
The weeks now months, turned to years
I view the world through my own tears.

As seasons rolled on steady track
Children brought their children back.
Yet here upon the bench I stay,
That I might watch the world at play.

All that I've seen should make one wise
The changing world before my eyes.
But wisdom's gift I shall not give,
Afraid of life I did not live!

William E. Lee
Copyright 1996