Psalm 1 – a poem

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

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