hIGH AND LIFTED UP
Dry, religious words come from his head;
Scriptures he has heard, some he’s even read.
On Sunday morning, his righteous robe is brought out;
Yet his life is filled with despair, sin, fear and doubt.
‘Can’t feel a thing…’ he grumbles as he leaves the church;
Yet again he walks past the only thing that will satisfy his search.
Only Jesus can save, heal and forgive;
Only Jesus can make life a joy to live.
‘Religious, but lost’ is the term I use;
It’s a situation that only he can choose.
Then I look at myself in the mirror and wonder outloud;
Am I this one that walks so holy, so lost, so proud?
Am I the one that adorns a robe, yet has no life;
Am I the one that has forgotten about the ultimate price?
God forbid, let it not be;
Let nothing separate Him from me.
May I ever stay on my knees,
May tears ever flow with my continual pleas.
May He see a heart like unto His own;
May I ever seek the Lord, high upon His throne.
Ever may He be upon my mind, as I remember that bitter cup;
In my heart, may He ever be high and lifted up!
Joy Marie Parker