This poem is inspired by Deuteronomy 32:12-13; a small segment of the Song of Moses which is another beautiful example of song/poems in the bible.
The trumped sounded with the dawn and I set myself to roam I searched for a meeting place-somewhere I could call home I wandered far, both day and night, until I saw a golden dome. Its beacon shone in light and dark and attracted a vast throng I joined myself to them and learned to sing their lovely song Yet came the day I found I was getting the words wrong. "Why this song?" I finally asked; "What's all this repetition for? His voice is singing myriad-shouldn't we all want something more?" But they called me a blasphemer and they showed me to the door. I walked along until I found a group of people singing in the street They greeted me, welcomed me, took me with them so I could eat Once in their home they sat me down and soothed my aching feet. I set about becoming one with their song and with their creed They said I was not really like them-not in word and not in deed They would teach me to become so but to stay I'd have to bleed. "I like it here. I like your song. I want to stay with you. But, you have the best in Jesus: what more can my blood do?" They said I'd seen no light at all and I had to search for someplace new. I stumbled on until I found someone I thought I knew She asked me to go with her-promised to show me what was true We sat down at a table spread before a wondrous view. The vista was incredible-the mountains had never looked so near There was not a cloud overhead-the air was cool and clear "There is no work for us," she said, "but to eat while we wait here." There was food the like I'd never seen and I was told to choose a treat But there was nothing savory-no salt among the sweet She told me to go elsewhere if I wished plain bread and meat. I wandered into new lands but found no open door Finally, I collapsed with body, heart, and soul to sore to rouse myself again-I could not take one step more. In the darkness He was with me though I'd thought I was alone He ministered Himself to me-restored me blood and bone Then He bade me tell Him everything-all I'd seen and how I'd grown. With faltering lips I shared with Him my lengthy tale of woe I told Him how I'd sought Him and had found Him even though His face, at first familiar had become one strange I did not know. "The fault is mine," I said in close, "I must possess a fatal quirk There was no song I would not sing-no task I thought to shirk So something must be wrong with me because I could not make this work." "Fear not, Dear Child, I've brought you here so finally you can see My call was not to bondage-My call is to set you free I've called you not unto a place but for you to walk with Me." "How can I know for sure?" I asked, "On what do I depend for certainty I've heard aright-that You will call me 'Friend'?" "Fear not," He said a second time; "I'm with you to the end." "One more thing," I hesitated: "When will this race be won? I want to understand everything but they say it can't be done." "Fear not," He said a third time, "for you and I are One. I stand Faithful. I stand True. I alone will lead I will also walk beside you-I will meet your every need I will slake your thirst with living water-on rock honey you will feed." I put my hand in His and He lifted me up from the ground and onto difficult and winding paths with His voice the only sound I hear as we walk along and no more strange gods have I found.