The Rhythm of Redemption
While praying peace upon this day
some pause to wonder, “Does it pay
to seek God’s counsel? Skies go gray.
Such focus - short, infernal
forgets a faith, eternal.
When TV lauds man's rage and smut,
it blocks the truth and leaves it shut.
We question – why and how and what
of thoughts so mal-adjusted
they leave us well-combusted.
Recalling joy and quests unknown,
I realize it’s God alone
who rules this realm from heaven’s throne.
Deficiency defraying,
I settle in to praying.
It’s not the length of time I spend
nor any sweat which I extend;
it’s fellowship which wants no end.
Communion needs no journey
when doubts have found death’s gurney.
When times are weary, careworn, bleak
Christ’s swift forgiveness stirs the meek.
I take my Bible, let God speak.
Sweet cadence, trust’s own rhythm
outflows in concord with Him.
"For from Him, through Him, to Him - life."
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