Bells

From near and far I hear the bells their clear tones ring an ancient hymn from long ago, ‘oft sung by men in long white robes, at belfry’s end. I hadn’t heard those bells for years for I had wandered far from home their simple notes from long ago were soon forgot, my soul grew cold. Now came the joyous bells again with no avoidance on my part they resonated in my heart and from them I could not depart. A rising reverence overtook my weariness, for in their sound the bells reached inwards, all around restoring faith, where none was found. With plaintive chimes, the tolling bells entreat me to believe and come before His throne, to praise the One who bought me with His precious Son.