GOOD SEED

I could have done anything I wanted

But I wound up lost and confused;

And the world found my situation off-putting

And were often offended or amused;

So much that I needed to find the depths of my being

In order for my sin to excuse.

 

Accuse me of anything.

I am guilty, no doubt;

Since it is sin that our condition

Cannot do without

While being human is what

We do struggle to flout.

 

Yes, count me dependent

On some one or another;

Like everyone I find myself

In the reflection of another;

But mostly must look to an heavenly Father

To give me what I do not know I need.

 

To feed me

With everything that is good, better or best

Than anything I could be given by the world or

The rest of anyone who would desire

My motives to test

When they would my accomplishment read.

 

What motive?

What desire?

When ‘nothing’ I have found

As the matter most cherished

My soul to astound

In the circles I travel

In my mind so around

As I kneel

Before an Eternal God

And I plead:

 

Raise me from nothing

To Christ-precious thought,

Since it is that ‘time’

Which His suffering and Cross

For us bought;

And it is His journey

Which in my desire I am caught;

The Word,

That is the Love

That is the Seed.

2014.03.26.2000 ©

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