Troubadour - John Michael Talbot

In raiment coarse and rough endued

A cord his only ceinture rude

With scanty measure for his food

His feet withal unshod

For the poverty of Christ he yearns

From earthly splendor he dost turn

This noble troubadour has spurned

Despising all for God

Within a mountain cave alone

He hides to weep and lying prone

He prays aloud with sigh and groan

For peace to fill his heart

New signs of highest sanctity

Singing praise exceedingly

Beautiful and wondrous to see

The troubadour to sing

The troubadour of the Great King

Then seraph-like in heaven’s height

The King of Kings appears in sight

His soul in passion’s awesome night

Beholds the vision dread

For it bears the wounds of Christ and lo

While gazing on a speechless woe

The hidden marks upon his soul

Now wound his flesh blood red

His body now like the Crucified

Signed on hands and feet and side

Transformed in life to love and die

With Jesus Christ our Lord

New signs of highest sanctity

Singing praise exceedingly

Beautiful and wondrous to see

The troubadour to sing

The troubadour of the Great King

Within his soul songs secret sound

To silent melodies abound

Caught up to God this singer found

His song and he understood