Psalm
1 – a poem
Where
can I find a place to call home?
My
feet always wanting to roam
Down
a path that takes me to strange places.
Who
can I look to for peace, for hope?
My
mind always tugging the rope
Pulled
on by people with plans of their own
The
only hope of home I can find
My
heart holds to One of a kind
He
leads me to where the fresh water flows
The
good, the bad, I don’t know which one
Both
vie for their place in the sun
I
must choose to die so that He may live
Buried
in the rich soil of His grace
I
find there is no better place
For
I live as one dead to my own will
Though
dead, still living by Grace alone
So
His fruit can be born in me
More
alive after dying than ever
By
Dudley M. Harris
©
2017 Kurios Publishing
