The Search Poem by cheryl davis miller

I went to behold my Savior;
in His glory and majesty.
To share the joy of His presence
with His dear family.

I went to receive instruction;
to touch and be touched by Him.
I left feeling disappointed
and wondering; where 'He'd' been.

'He' was not in the noise of shouting;
not in the singing of hymns.
Not in the claims of Glory
said, to be honoring Him.

Not in the chaos and talking
and whispering the entire time.
Not in the lack of reverence
a form; of a spiritual crime.

While claiming the Wisdom of Ages.
Rebuking the 'Religious' crowd.
Demonstrating a lack of wisdom;
by the chaos that was allowed.

I'd obeyed the Word by preferring
someone; somewhat older than me.
I queried; the Lord to show me,
some 'sign' of maturity.

I honored the Lord and remained there
til the 'service' came to an end.
I left feeling empty and wounded
broken-hearted concerning my friend.

When you look to another for Wisdom
and Manna; on which to feed.
And you find the basket is empty
it breaks your poor heart indeed.

I longed for the humbling experience
that Jesus' sweet presence brings.
I left in a state of confusion
unsure about all of these things.

It's been said, 'We would see Jesus.'
I reiterate that today.
For the world out there is seeking
for Him not a carnal display.