Not seeing those high places
which our ‘human sight’ erases,
‘Searching souls ’ of the world…
teeter on outskirts of…damnation’s twirl.
Until the day
when our hearts answer…yea
And to His invitation…’follow’…
we’re led down corridors…ground hallow.
Therein, we are…revived
by Him, our vigilant guide…
Directing us patiently
loving us…fervently.
Through desert sands…
barren lands…
Yes, even when our hope may…limp
Jehovah’s urgings will…yet, primp.
Rough seas
tears or glee…
Donning forlorn or peace… band
His…joy…does tirelessly span.
We are kept,
with less floundering, more…adept
Having our...Faith…refined
in these…Fallen Times
1Peter 1:3-5
©jmsbell- 12/4/24
Ron