Everyone has a story. This poem basically sums up where I'm at and how I got here. . . .
Faith after a Long Winter Term
So many people I wanted to know,
I wanted to be the man in the know,
Everybody's friend--the guy you would love,
Always felt on the outside-looking-in,
Just wanted to be a part of it all. . . .
So many things I hoped to achieve,
I wanted to go far, experience everything--
Even just so I could say I was tough, and that I did it. . . .
So many things to fill my heart.
Yet You said No, give it all up; lay it all on the altar with my Son.
"But such a great cost, Lord . . . to give over my heart--
So big a loss--
Can You really handle it?"
And yet out of the ashes it changed,
Like an Easter Lily growing where once
there had only been death and decay,
It sprouted anew. . . .
And now I stand here amazed
looking at what I've become,
At what I see still forming in my heart . . .
Something beautiful and clean--with shininess.
And You're leading me on
to places I've never been before,
distant hills and glorious vistas--
the breaking of the dawn on an Undiscovered Country,
You're leading me on to places I've never seen,
people I've yet to get to know,
and so many things I've never dreamed.
