Thursday, October 19, 2006

"Wondering About Wandering"

The great blue yonder
calls to me
beckons me: "Wander"

To take up my staff
and just go,
flee my present, my past

But the Word of God
my red-bound Bible
tells me to stay, that I’m not odd

David felt it too:
to leave and not return
but even he found God true

He’ll be my chul
if I give over my merimna

Praise God praise God praise God
it’s not my staff He gives
but rather His, and also, His rod

Praise the Lord,
the Father of peace
and my Great Comfort!

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