Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 6-22-06

You’re treading down a dark unknown road;
You just can’t see what’s up ahead;
All alone, you’re bearing your load;
You think you might be better off dead;
You’re feeling things so strange and new;
You’re going to places you’ve never dreamed;
You look in the mirror and don’t see the old you;
You question whether you’re still unredeemed;

Yet I see someone who’s forging a path,
Ordained by a greater pure Heart;
In time you’ll see you’re not subject to wrath,
And His love for you will ne’er part;
Look deep within, to the depths of your spirit,
For it echoes the Lord’s word of truth;
He speaks to you; yes, you can hear it,
And your ache for Him adds as a proof;

My dear li’l brother, please have great hope;
Your path remains, set by the Father;
He gives you truth and grace, like a rope;
You still have Jesus, your divine Brother;

There remains for you great and awesome things,
Prescribed for you; cut to custom fashion;
He will show you, to provoke you to sing,
For you remain His, like a singular passion;

So wait upon Him, and cling to His mercy;
Let Him e’er be your greatest aim;
Your heart will soar, once paid on the tree;
To live is Christ; to die then is gain.

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