Following God Together - Apart.

Following God Together - Apart.

February 2012

O Lord, our eyes are fixed on You,

And we’ll move when You move,

But O Lord,

It’s foggy today;

Where have You painted Your pillar of cloud

On this canvas of gray?

Or, Lord,

We’re passing through flame,

And as to in which fiery column you glow,

How can we know?

We roam

These paths we thought You called us to—

Is that a dead end ahead,

Or only a sharp turn?—Or does the path forge through?

Lord, wouldn’t longer straights

And fewer tracings-back

Constitute a wiser track

Home?

And when?—

When, when, when?—

Will our paths meet again?

And not just meet, but cleave?

The sun’s hidden up heaven’s sleeve,

And I’ve lost count of turn after turn—

Are You leading us farther or nearer again?

Our hearts burn.