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.