Friday, 18 May 2012
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By Nancy Beneteau Streets are dark Air is cold A single bag I do hold The contents are heavy and old I stagger here and there but not from the drink. It is my bag of luggage that carries much more than I think. So many road to choose Not sure where to turn A safe place to rest is what I yearn As I make my journey I turn down many roads all leading to knowhere I cry out in for help but no one comes I cry out in desparation but still I continue on. This road looks familiar I say, It looks like all the rest I'll take it too But this time You are there with open arms, Not sure what to do? I am scared As I tremble still I reach out with my eyes closed and face hidden But You take my hand and lead me down a new road Nothing like I've ever seen before. Should I follow You?Where are You leading me? Why won't I let go? What's down this road? I Must know. To scared to turn back I want to go this road so bad but at what cost? Was i that lost? Thought a child was never told to roam that far from home Is that where I am heading? Has my father finally found me? Is He leading me home? How will I know? How can I know if it's my Father here with me? How can I know if I'm going Home? The warmth in my soul and the deisre for warmth in my heart tells me I AM GOING HOME! • This poem was inspired by a sermon my pastor gave on Psalm 13 |
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