Poem: Poor In Spirit


You called me and I followed

Not knowing where you would lead

It wasn’t glorious or heroic

But deeper into poverty of spirit

So many things on the journey were broken, fallen, twisted

Things that you hope to redeem

But have not


There’s never enough time to mourn all the destruction

Nor could I bear it

So, one foot in front of the other


With as much love as I can muster

And when perseverance wearied my bones

You called me on a deeper journey

Into You

Met with compassion, befriended

Drawn to living water


The time of redemption begins

When You make morning flee

And wipe away tears

Plant trees that heal

My soul

Blessed to receive the kingdom.

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