Beside
still waters
But not
if I will not come
You make me
lie down
in green pastures
But
I look at them
and turn
and run
Back
to the upward
toiling
path
Do I think
It's a better way?
Do I think
I'll find a better place?
Or
somehow
I'm helping someone
else?
By leading them on
...to what?
I know
my own pastures
are rocky
and my streams
nearly swept me away.
To lie down
in this
Your pasture
to drink
from this
Your water
I must die
to myself
give up
my way
my plan
my expectations
my hopes.
So hard to let go.
But
When I do
I find
Your pastures
so much greener
than mine.
Linking up with Velvet Ashes at The Grove where the theme this week is "soul care"
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Appreciate your gift of verse, Michele. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Beth!
DeleteMichele, you have such a way with words. I love when you link up to Velvet Ashes!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Patty! And thanks to all of you at Velvet Ashes - I appreciate what you all are doing there.
Delete"To lie down in THIS your pasture." Yes and amen!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Danielle. I have such a tendency to overlook what He's offering and keep pushing on to find my own "rest".
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