Wandering Self

Wandering of Self

By

Matthew Powell

My soul, my self, wanders from day to day.
Though Christ is my foundation, My Way, still my soul, it wanders.

Thrown about by the storm of this life, questions still remain;
Some never to be answered this side of eternity.

Day by day, moment by moment,
We draw closer to our destiny.

At birth, we have an innocence of a type,
Though stained by Original Sin.

At death, if found in the Lamb’s Book of Life,
Our innocence, our future, is assured.

In between, we drift,
Sometimes breaking free from our moorings.

Though our free will He will not violate, He always calls us back to His side;
In Him alone are to show our pride.

This journey of life, known by all filled with strife,
Sometimes we are filled with dread, though at our re-birth,
He raised us from the dead.

Our wandering soul, our wandering selves, we stray from His trail,
We are frail, yet day by day, we are sanctified by Him Who gives us strength.