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The following is a simple poem in a fictional setting, yet holds truth for so many of us. As you read and lay back the first layer, try to envision the 'highway of your own will', which I'm sure most of us have travelled, and then picture the 'church in the alley', where God slowed you down and taught you His truths.
While some may not be able to relate to the idea presented in this poem, I'm sure that most can.
Back Home On The Living Foundation
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.
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