Looking Back
Looking back on my life, as if in a dream.
Moving through time like a meandering stream.
Sensing a purpose through the twists and turns.
Some guiding power, my own wisdom to spurn.
Frought with danger, this youth runs amuck,
Weaving his way while trusting to luck.
Comes the moving of another power there,
Entreating for me, my soul to lay bare.
Through trial and trouble and turning awry,
Seems I was gifted I did not die.
Someone to help at the right time,
At the right moment, like a verse in a rhyme.
A situational shift, totally unexpected,
No way prompted by what I selected.
Leading me to the end of myself;
Here turning, there blocking the way of my drift.
I feel a blessedness in all of this;
As being drawn back from a gaping abyss.
I cannot tell why this favor so dear,
Should shadow my life year after year.
Being worthy of doom, with no goodness at all,
While showing the worst example of the fall:
This thing I do, I marvel every day,
that God would show mercy to this piece of clay.
Isa.45:4-7 "I girded thee though thou hast not known me".
Jere. 1:5 "Before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee".
Isa.49:1 " The Lord hath called me from the womb, from the
bowels of my mother hath He made mention of my name."
Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011
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