THE Lord keeps
the meadows of my faith
green;
In the dry deserts of unbelief
that circumscribe me,
he fills my bones
with the marrow
of new vision;
He regenerates
cells dead
with the trampling of time;
He restores the spring
in the sinews
of weary feet.
The birds
of the new dawn
sing in the Lord
of the second birth
and the tensile rays
from His Countenance
flood out
the dark night of the soul.
He fills the plasma
of my spirit
with the red cells
of power
to do His bidding
He feeds me
with the manna
of His grace
in the face
of austerity
Surely grace unfathomable,
heart-warming and sublime,
shall fill
all the sessions
of my days
and I shall bask forever
in the rapturous light
of God’s Divine Glory.
— Dr Oliver Seet , a member
of Wesley Methodist Church.