Psalm 19:14 

14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.

 

 

Depending.

 

Dessert as far as I can see … exhausting my full ability.

Wasting my time in my pleas … destroying my integrity.

 

Getting lost in a known world … comparing life's direction.

Others seem to have all things … till the surfacing of imperfection.

 

Are things rotten as appearing … is this a true reflection?

Are these signs of an end nearing … towards my detection?

 

Controversy wherever I turn … is that my imagination?

So tired as inside I burn … led in thoughts by frustration.

 

Nowhere to go, no path of ease  … only a highway to destruction

traveled oft in artificial means … to be in emptiness' connection.

 

There’s a path leading to fulfillment … where always you lookup.

Loneliness there is an installment … as the Guide within never gives up.

 

A tendency to look down is far greater… though looking up eases the strain.

The world around be the instigator … while forever is my greater gain.

 

From dust, I came and to dust I’ll go ... and that as my life is clinging,

on that substance called "flesh and bone" while life itself is singing.

 

That part of me that is not dust … that came from outside creation

that is the part that never lusts … and won't rest death’s explanation.

 

From God, it came and will return … no mistake there just accept it!

Deep inside it slowly burns … as deeper truth is preciously gifted.

 

The choice is mine or is it now? … What about my deeper intentions?

The dust in me is destined to fall though it's beyond my comprehension.

 

But when I return that day to God … and my flesh into the dust has faded.

Will Jesus decide my lot to be with him … or in that place of hatred.

 

To be with Christ eternally there … where joy and glory is common.

Or the place where suffering is fair … and agony forever summons.

 

As I stumble on that narrow path … and I feel like giving up at times.

Then I cry on Jesus' breast … He calms me down and calls me “Mine”.

 

Assurance shows "He" is mine … and wherever He leads I'll go.

He will open my eyes on time … to recognize the needs of so and so.

 

If in deed I make my mission … and give myself  to Christ's way

then others around may be living … until He returns that glorious day.

 

Jan Wienen