Seeking

May 30, 1997

It may be true that poetry can reach the inner soul,

Where prose and exhortation may seldom ever go.

And so an image I'll design to reach the inward man.

To let us see inside our hearts, to know it's secret plans.

We see our dreams and hopes and loves,

Our everyday desires.

And yet we know there's something more,

That "things" cannot inspire.

We seek a closeness with our love,

And yet we know the truth.

There's something more that's needed,

That human's can't produce.

We pray to God in searching,

The truth we seek at last.

The cynics say there is no truth,

But still we search a path.

We hear of the Messiah,

And how he died for us.

In search of understanding,

In hope to place our trust.

But doubt is all around us,

And laughing friends deride.

You seek the wind they say to me,

But all their strength is pride.

For now my courage rises,

To faith I will commit,

Messiah Jesus I am yours,

To faith without regret.