It’s hard to part from friends afar,
To leave and go away from them.
We never know the circumstance,
The where and when we’ll gather next
Take no thought for your life,
What’s to eat or drink or wear.
Life is more than food or raiment.
That’s what God says. Do you trust him?
Lord, forgive me, I know what I’ve done.
I’ve trampled the blood of Your precious Son.
I’ve squandered the grace You’ve given to me.
I know that I’ve sinned and I want to be free.
I trudge this lonely, shad’wy path
With darkness hanging all around.
My steps are slow, my head hangs low.
It seems my hands with chains are bound
We look for Christ this time of year.
We make a 'Christmas Spirit' search.
We want to feel a touch from Him.
We seek a sign that He is here.
Sometimes my caffeinated mind acts a little hyper.
Bubbling and perking in my coffeepot of Think,
This poem-brew I pour from the carafe of my pen.
(I know that it's strong when my cup's filled with ink!)