Through The Field Of Wheat

So hopeful was I
That I started to try
To live in a meaningful way

A new impression
But my old obsession
Was hedging up my way

Spiritually decayed
My focus did fade
And I was feeling inevitable despair

Good people are near
So don’t disappear
Go to church and mend and repair

The trouble with me
Is that I failed to see
That His Way, His Will is the way

Everytime He spoke
A promise I broke
Because I was too scared and afraid

I remember back
Off the beaten track
There’s nothing there worth tredding

Because broad roads
And unhealed loads
Meant His life had no reason for shedding

The lesson is this
Life isn’t a bliss
It’s discipline of the mind and heart

My way is second best
His way is first blessed
As inconvenient or hard, its smart

Another word is wise
Because he who tries
Finds the reason He died for our sins

It is more personal
And strikes at the core
Why this affects me and my kins

Keep trying my dear
Do not ever fear
Be steadfast and immovable

The road is straight
Through the baptismal gate
Be His, a loyal disciple