You must do it
You must draw me
To that place of perfect peace
Where your truth
Becomes my balance
And your smile my heart’s release.
I am tired of
Double motives
And the soul pushed to and fro’
I would rather
Listen to you
For directions where to go.
And the past proved
You are worthy
To receive my utmost trust.
What a marvel!
Heaven stoops down,
Daily shepherds wayward dust.
Other fears now
Duly quieted
By the one fear of your law
And the comfort
Of your keeping
Fills this settled heart with awe.