The Long Road

Incredible this world is,
so full of life and color

What are we that walk this Earth
that He would take favor on us?

Yet there is so much to turn us aside
so much to devour our attention
We stuff our faces with entertainment
and starve from real sustenance

I want His great plan
and little else
but in the moment
the painting is blurred and dripping

Take pity on me!
For I am far from the ideal
staggering and stumbling daily
only to be picked up again

Isaiah knew the things he spoke
for we are of unclean lips
and unclean lives
yet He calls us home again

These filthy rags that are the little good we produce
they do not satisfy
to replace the shining robe
we have been given

Oh Glory above!
Your brilliance,
it is too much to behold
I cannot fathom your mind

Oh God you are my Cause
Strengthen my body and spirit
for the road is long
and the path curves out of sight

My boots are muddy and my sleeves are torn
the dirt has long since caked onto my hands

Yet I feel alive on this road
walking stick tapping with the rhythm of my feet

It is good to be surrounded by the mountains
even knowing the climb that is ahead