Reminders of the path walked by saints before me,
Tell me that the path to truth is never straight,
But, those heroes still speak from their graves,
They are saying to me and the other worshippers,
Passion must be directed to my God calling,
It must consume my thoughts and fill my dreams,
The essence of work is answered in the question:
“What was done for my Creator God?”
I have spent years searching out my spiritual heart,
It got lost in the rush of life’s’ demands,
They ruled over me and I forgot what gives joy,
Now I am finding again the blessedness of worship,
I love watching my enemies mill around aimlessly,
Viewing them from the safety of victory’s heart,
“Come Lord to me today, I long for your presence”.
Security is found in His loving promises,
That seek out a faithfulness and loyalty,
The heart that doesn’t give up when things are tough,
Eternity stretches to the silver lined horizon,
The gift that is promised to the obedient child.
I am finding the words today of the chosen one,
The place where peace is called to reign,
The non anxious life that loves this adventure,
Satisfaction that comes from a love of worship,
Each day consecrated to His purposes,
Looking out for the lost hungry souls,
Never overlooking the truth they bring to life,
In all of this I find myself singing happily,
Laughter the blessing of the pilgrims sharing this path,
Following the light held by those who walk before us.