"Here I Am."

Heart beating like a Lambeg Drum
Frantically ranting the fleshly territorial claim,
Leading the battle against change,
Voiced by the goatskin.
But I do not follow the voice of the goat.

My battle is already won,
The Captain of my Host is the One, Jesus,
He is the Shepherd of this sheep.
I choose to follow His rhythm.
He goes before me, showing me the way.
Whatever befalls me, He has done it all before.
I will trust Him as He leads me,
Even though all I see is fecund swamp, hidden in mist;
The Everglades ever-glazing my eye.
I say Aye Lord and step out blindly.

The ground rises to meet me,
Little holy hills, hummocks of discovery
Of His sustaining power and His provision.
And I know as I journey on, following,
If I trust I will not be swamped;
The ground will grow higher as my trust grows
Until I ascend the hill of the Lord
And I see Him face to face.
At one with my Creator.


Kittie Carr