Seasons Of Clamor Poem by Lewis Findley

For the years I was discontented.
Aye it seemed. Any, twas I walked
On my own...as..perhaps a wayward leader
Whose heart became as stone?
Aye such discontent cannot continue forever...
Such searching for elusive gmail will end..
Magdalena on the cross? NEVER!
no woman died for my sin...and alas no mortal man.
This was Christ almighty ALONE! Heavens Eternal plan.
He was and remains the seeker. I was the one the lost
Vessel on the raging sea
No rudder or sail wildly tossed.
Man the seeker? Christ forbid.
It cannot be this way.
Seek HEAVENS KINGDOM..not gold...and find..

On your knees with.this sinner...let us pray...