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Back Home On The Living Foundation
by David Pekrul There I stood on the side of the highway, I was hitching a ride, doing it my way, I was running away, For I just couldn't stay, Life was better out there on the highway. I was searching for something to follow, For my life was confused and so hollow, Maybe over that hill, I would find my next thrill, For to go home, my pride I must swallow. With my pride in the way, I kept searching, All my steps, never smooth, only lurching, For I stepped out of line, With the One so divine, And called time in God's house only 'churching'. I was never sincere in the learning, In my heart, His word never was burning, Being cold deep within, I was lost in my sin, For some peace in my life I was yearning. Then I came to a church in an alley, Where the Lost came to eat and to rally, God was waiting for me, And He there set me free, With those "Saints Marching In", I now tally. Oh, the joy of complete restoration, Every day I enjoy God's salvation, No more running for me, In my soul I am free, I'm back home on the Living Foundation. www.myhiddenvoice.com The poetry of David Ronald Bruce Pekrul If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at 170 Carr Cres. Okotoks, AB T1S 1E3 Canada E-Mail: [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |