I came across a little poem which I had written more than 40 years ago. Back then I didn't know what the years would hold; I couldn't have guessed at the hardship and sadness. Back then didn't know, and wouldn't have believed, that I would go so far from God that no one would ever guess that I was a Christian. I could not foresee the times when I would weep, not in repentance but in fear because of the coldness of my heart. I did not know that God had never given up on me, that He knew the way I was taking and that His love followed me, often protecting me when I was completely unaware of His Presence. I can never even begin to thank Him enough that He has brought me back to where, more than ever, this little poem expresses the deepest desire of my heart.
THE GLORY ROAD
A life lived here and yet apart,
Each moment spent with Him;
That, when this pilgrim way is trod,
I, looking back, may say,
This life has been, from day to day,
Ablaze with God.
Ablaze with God,
His heart burning within;
Expendable now for those enslaved
Through ignorance and sin.
Teach me to do and dare,
Lost in Thy will;
Teach me to pray, and lead me --
Deeper still.
Deeper still -- into His grief and pain,
Deeper -- anguished travail of the soul,
Deeper still -- into triumphant joy,
To see some precious life made whole.
Thus living, yet apart,
A life bathed in prayer,
Walking with Him in the path my Saviour trod;
My one desire, to die to self
And overflow with the Life of God.
With love and prayers,