Source: Converging Paths Sharing this beautiful work of poetry from JacobEmet. (As this is my first “share”, I pray it post correctly) Please visit Jacob’s blog page to enjoy more of his poetry and post.
“I remember my tender beginnings,
The naivety of my youth;
But now I see with wise, old eyes
The guise of hidden truth:
My steps were not as uncertain
as I had deemed them be–
Planned before my days were numbered
then delivered unto me.
Yet oftentimes I have wondered:
The mistakes that I have made
Could surely not be included
Upon the path for me was laid.
But then I am reminded
Of a man from long ago
Who also had a destined path
He walked in joy and woe.
He never showed a doubt
Of the precarious steps ahead
But trusted with His life
The planned path He was to tread.
Yet I am just a simple man,
Not a man of grand destiny;
So how can I be expected
To live like He who lived so free?
Then wondrously I am reasoned
With the resolution of His story,
How the path laid out before Him
Healed my broken path to glory.
For the path that He sojourned
Was leading to His death;
An execution by way of proxy–
My mistakes He would bereft.
He straightened out the crookedness
Of my wayward, wandering feet
Restoring the path I was delivered;
The path, by Him, now made complete.
So wisdom has taught my heart to trust
The path of Him who came before
And of His conquest over death–
The hope of glory forevermore.
He had a plan before my conception
To repair this desolate path of mine;
Thoughtfully, mending the broken road I made
By causing our paths to intertwine.”
Poem by JacobEmet