Walking A Crooked Path
We’re told to follow the straight and narrow;
throughout the course of our life;
but, I feel I’m pushing a loaded wheelbarrow;
while commanded by my wife.
By myself, I can’t even plow one straight furrow;
I’ll leave a crooked path in the dirt;
I’d have a better chance leaving it up to a burro;
especially one who’s alert.
Fortunately, not all are called to do farming;
it involves many talents, I don’t possess;
me running a farm, would be quite alarming;
like a scarecrow wearing a long dress.
Yet all of us are given a specific path to follow;
ideally; it would be straight and narrow;
with me stepping into mud; remaining to wallow;
God might even take his eye off the sparrow.
My life is a combination of failure and success;
I climb life’s mountain; then fall.
my lack of confidence, keeps me in duress;
I must trust in the Lord of All
Sometimes pride seems to be in my way;
yet, I cannot see myself a success;
failure seems a legacy at the end of the day;
so, my failures, I willingly address.
All of my life; I’ve walked a crooked path;
not knowing where I was meant to go;
I spent so much time worrying about wrath;
God’s love was all I needed to know.
Monty 6/29/23. # 1,649