The Pond
You ask me why I’m still around,
Have not moved on to better ground.
I have no interest in my soul,
Of being lonely at some goal.The challenge here for me these days,
Has not been grace for me to stay;
But still to be as I live here –
My restless heart of stress made clear.For staying still or moving fast,
Both have their strains at first and last;
To do our lives at peace in Him,
Is what it means for me to win.For me release is at full stretch;
No peace inside, my life is wrecked;
And so by grace He leads me on,
Both fast and slow – still as a pond.navigation