The
world is full of broken and lonely people
Most
of whom do not have a map
Wandering
around aimlessly
And
without purpose
Deep
feelings of loss prevail
And
a sense of not belonging
Those
of us that find The Way
We
have the key,
We
have the map
And
yet we still feel broken
Lonely
lost and without purpose
And
still no sense of belonging
And
why would we feel compelled to share
For
what reason would we think
That
others need our answers
When
they do not fulfill our own
Longings
and questions and needs
Or
so it would appear
Too
few who know The Way walk in it
Too
few embrace the cross
And
live defeated in circumstance
Instead
of in the Kingdom of our home
We
wallow here with cares
That
no longer belong to us
It’s
been a long road for me as well
And
I have not arrived
But
the sense of home and belonging
Has
transferred from here to there
And
even in loss and pain and brokenness
I
find a purpose greater than myself
So
much of life seemed wasted
Until
I understood
The
scars I’ve born have reason
Pain
and longing never wasted
Produce
understanding and compassion
To
be poured out for His will
In
a world that hurts and feels abandoned
If
my small gifts would matter
I
offer them for His use
To
bind the wounds of others
To
love without condition
For
this is how I am loved
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