The Mage's Tea

 It’s not the mad who laugh when all goes wrong

It’s the ones whose hearts are full of song 

Lines and melodies written in the valleys below

Where countless seeds they did sow

That through storm and snow still grew and grew 

Not because they had something to prove

But because the One sending down rain

Is the very One who says the mad are sane 

Declaring those who give everything up

Are those who will always have a full cup

And those who count their lives as dust

Are the ones in whom He’ll put His trust

To bring heaven down to earth

And give drink to those who thirst

From the wells they’ve allowed to be carved 

Deep into their souls, all pride and greed starved 

See, the valley shows what is actually real

Beyond what the flesh may think or feel

Beyond what the ‘sane’ of the world proclaim

That vengeance is theirs and they’re never to blame

No, the meek will be the carriers of glory

Whose faces shine with evidence of a story

The greatest story the world has ever known

Where the King of kings left His throne 

To make it possible for His own to never be alone 

So that when faced with trials and darkness and death 

Joyful laughter would be on their breath

Gazing at the One they love

Who has seated them much higher above

See, the valley is much more full of life than one thinks

It’s where the cool water collects for one to drink

And drink and drink and drink so deep

To become the well of the meek 

Where the world will gather to see 

The miracle of man made truly free 

Not careless or unattached and with no bitter seed

But desperately in love with the One who frees