The Road That's Home and Other Poems
I have written poetry now and then over the years, and recently I decided to dust off some old poems and give them a home here on HubPages. This collection is spiritual in nature; my poetry usually arises out of my walk with the Lord, or things I have been considering while reading the Bible (though I have written some other types of verse). It has been interesting for me, to say the least, to read some of these over a decade after writing them. It sometimes helps to look back and see where one has been while walking with the Lord. I hope something on this page speaks to you.
The Road That's Home
I have been walking, walking, walking— Where, I do not know. This road is twisting, turning, leading To where I shouldn't go. This path, once pleasing, tempting, luring, Has become a game. My heart is crying, writhing, dying, Filled with guilt and shame. Now I am looking, looking, looking For the road that's home. A place of singing, dancing, laughing— Where I'm not alone. There's a Voice calling, calling, calling— I can hear my name. A Hand is bidding, leading, guiding, And I'm home again. To my friend, searching, seeking, roaming, Out there on your own. Hear our Lord calling, pleading, saying: "Come home, child, come home."
A Saviour A cross Great gain No loss A grave Is empty The blind Now see His mercy Won't end To you He extends True love Now receive This gift And believe New life Is yours His blood Your cure
Once in a distant land People dwelt in bondage Lives built on sinking sand All searching for the truth Trying to understand The meaning of freedom Then to this distant land Came the Man from heaven And stretching out His hands He gave His life away So they could understand The meaning of freedom To hearts in distant lands The lost, come and see Him Extending nail-scarred hands In love—take hold of them And you will understand The meaning of freedom
We are shallow men Never seeing Never knowing Where real life begins We are dying Always trying To atone for our sins Apart from our Creator Who is Ever seeing Ever knowing Where real life begins He was dying And in trying He atoned for our sins
Without You I have one thing: Nothing With You I have one thing: Something In life we search for one thing: Anything In You we find one thing: Everything
Listen, can you hear? A symphony of sound Beyond your imagination. Nothing like it is found Upon this mortal sphere— In heaven it abounds. Ringing out crystal clear, Floating all around, Pouring forth His sweet salvation Like rain upon the ground. And I know He is near When I hear this hallowed sound.
Father God, thank-you for this day, Help me to do what is right; And in everything I do and say, Let others see Your light.
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