Back Home On The Living Foundation
Posted: Saturday, October 10, 2009
by David Pekrul
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.
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.
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'.
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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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)Wow!
Reading this takes me back to my time on the road, I could so very much relate. It is almost identicle to my story, in mine God found me.
Thank you, I feel more on the right path, now than ever!Thanks, Kian.I've never really travelled the roads, so it is even more exciting for me to see that someone can relate so much to what I have written. Although I have never travelled the roads, I see what I have written as an expression of how I have, in the past, ran from God, then returned by His grace.I have to use a lot of imagination in most of my poems. I write a lot in 'first person', and I remember when I first started to submit some of it, that one person wrote to me and tried to council me on my abuse of alcohol. I told her that I really did appreciate her writing to me and for her good heart, but I didn't have a drinking problem; the poem was only fiction. I hope you get to read a lot of my stuff, and do keep the 'imagination' thing in mind when you read about the negative lifestyle type poems.
David,Too many run away from it and I can only pray that somehow they, too, can rediscover God's grace.Sometimes we need a must read list. This is one of them.Thanks for your wonderful comment.
Great poem and I believe many of us have traveled that road. Thank you for sharing.Linda DI think most can relate to this piece. Thanks for your comments.
Yes! Ran too long and too far but finally came home - I can so relate to this and to Him - glad you're back from your Oregon trip! MArijoThanks Marijo,Good to be back, and thanks for reading and commenting.
Great poem David. I, too can relate to this. Thanks for writing this article.You have a very vivid imagination and as always, I enjoyed reading your work.Best to you and yours,Nenita of Providence, Rhode IslandThanks Nenita,I appreciate you reading my stuff. Many thanks.
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