Poetry

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I will have joy. I am His begotten;
   peace in His love, to worship so near.
He knows me now; I am not forgotten;
   His love drives out, I have no fear.

But for now I'm the world's misbegotten
   fear in their hate; the Lord is far away.
I'm in my flesh. The sin makes it rotten;
   His word drives it out and makes me pray.

I'll have my brothers; fellowship so undaunted;
   we have the Lord. His promise brought us near.
Unhindered love. We do not feel unwanted.
   Worship without walls. Jesus is our cheer!

But for now I'm alone and separated;
   it seems my trials no one else can know.
Pride seems to me so foolish and overrated;
   my dissatisfaction makes me want to grow.

I'm with the Word, as close as I can be;
   I need not leave; time has ceased to exist.
I see the Lord, with new eyes I can see;
   I've gained far more than I could ever wish.

But for now I'm as close as I can be;
   time flies so fast; where did the minutes go?
I see the Lord, as far as flesh can see;
   as for the joy, none is left to show.

All these days are nothing but my guided steps;
   trouble takes me there and almost makes me bow.
He knows my prayer, from hardened, bitter lips;
   and I will see Him in time but for now.

© Bob Barra, 10-22-2012

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