Having survived growing up Baptist in the South, then losing respect for every denomination and all types of organized religion, I have made it back home to the only place that matters--the Everlasting Arms.
I Remember You
I remember you, my dearest childhood friend
My confidant, my companion, my protector to the end
I know you as well as I know my own name
I’m a lot older now, but you’re exactly the same
Yours was the hand in mine when I walked alone
The voice that calmed me at the height of the storm
The face I saw when I closed my eyes to pray
The arm around my shoulders at the end of every day
I don’t know how or when I lost hold of your hand
And wandered away to follow my own plan
Adrift in a world where so much is wrong
Searching for something I had all along
The world’s ugliness and hypocrisy turned me inside myself
I believed in me and mine and doubted everything else
I thought I was so smart, so gifted, so urbane
So certain that people would someday know my name
But something was missing from every small success
I needed to share them with The One who knew me best
I was jaded and bitter, so I had to wonder why
Those childhood songs about you would always make me cry
I’m so glad you didn’t forget me while I wandered away
I know how it must hurt you for one of us to stray
Thank you for your patience, your love and your grace
And for welcoming me back into the haven of your embrace
Never mind the fancy churches built for vanity’s sake
Or the world’s interpretation of which rules we can break
I found you in the faces of the very young and very old
I found you in my Treasure, more precious to me than gold
You were the place in my heart that nothing else could fill
Calling to me from the shadow of a cross on a hill
In a voice I knew well from sweet childhood memories
Telling me in song that Yes, Jesus Loves Me
Each line on my face is a lesson I have learned
And I know you’re the prize for which I’ve always yearned
No longer do I wonder what it is that I should do
Everything I need, I find in knowing you
I lost my faith in organized religion so many years ago. One, because they mostly want money. Secondly, how can someone tell me from the pulpit that what they spout is the truth. It is only their opinion.
I have my own opinions and they are mine alone. I remain very spiritual to this day, but I only do church for weddings and funerals.
OMG, I wrote of Jesus/ and Of Mary today as well!
This brought tears nonstop to me
your lines so poignant and true
I felt the love return
actually it was only hidden all along!
My dear I'm glad I gravitated to your corner of this den! I will be back again!
Amen! To these wonderful blessings!
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo