Poem January 12, 1987 Issue

God's place for me

Russell D. Robinson

Medley of opinions
Cacophony of voices
Go this way
No, go that.
Doubt assails.
Off in orbit of my own
Out of sync with His direction
I feel lost, uncertain.

But the voice of God is calling—
I hear it faintly, louder
Now like thunder
Calling me back—
Indeed assuring me that I have never left
His care, His presence, His kingdom.

Ever placed and purposed
I am positioned in His love
Placed in His service
Guided by His will
Certain of unfolding good.
I am at peace.
Thank you, Father.

Russell D. Robinson

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