Poetry

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As I look at the landscape
Of the scenery of my life
I didn't plan to be here at all
But what other path was there?
There was no other road
As I followed Your call

I didn't ask for the scars
Or the bruises that came
With the cross You gave me
In every cut, every splinter
With Your nature and character
You did engrave me

I could not stop my ears
Or still the beating of my heart
When I heard You call my name
I drew near to the burning bush
And knelt on holy ground
As into my heart You came

I stood on Your mountain
And stepped into the cloud
That I might be with You
I felt the heat of Your fire
Your finger re-writing my soul
Creating me anew

Ask me what You will
Direct my every move
And know that I will obey
I lay aside my childish toys
And worthless shiny trinkets
To walk beside You every day

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