THE MAZE

In the middle of my maze
is the Throne of Jesus Christ
waiting for me to reach it
as I journey through my life

From my very first breath
I was placed at the entrance gate
once I developed my own mind
I entered in for I couldn't wait

Traveling across the unknown
having to choose the wrong from right
feeling a presence telling me which way to turn
but self putting up a fight

Each time self won out
a stonewall I would meet at that end
and I'd have to back track all the way
to begin all over again

Each twist and turn held knowledge
a Holy wisdom offered so free
but sometimes I'd close my eyes and ears
and think I knew what was good for me

So aimlessly wondering
I'd find myself lost and all alone
then I'd repent cry out to God
and my next path He would make known

A maze is a puzzle
that takes time and patience to win
many times you'll meet a dead end
and see a new way must be your friend

The Creator of your maze
designed it with purpose and plan
that no man would reach the throne of God
without holding those nail scarred hands

For there is no obstacle to great
that the Lord can't make a way through
when you give your heart and soul to Him
and do all that He asks of you

written by
rose mary(c)6/10/2000
sadie1030@aol.com