Hearken To His Word

With a patience beyond my mortal grasp,
The Lord extends his hand to clasp.
My hand in his and pulls me back from the brink,
To hold firmly his word, deeply now I drink.

Releasing my grip on his word I turn,
Despite the feeling my bosom does burn.
I wander lost not hearing, bereft alone,
Of my own choice deprived, my fate bemoan.

My mind enlightened by the world does hide,
To leave behind the pain of spiritual suicide.
Ignoring the influence of his mercy and grace,
I meander aimlessly feeling lost in my place.

Removed from his light enveloped in the dark,
By choice I choose not to obey or to hark.
Only one can bring about the necessary change,
Awakening my heart to recognize the strange.

When I at last find myself and embrace,
The atonement of Christ in my life does place.
My feet back on the path him to follow,
I finally feel his spirit my life to hallow.

Returning once more from disasters edge,
To follow, hear and obey is my hearts pledge.
I hearken yet again to hear his voice,
I follow the Holy One and do so by choice.

May I always from my sojourn return,
To his Holy word and once again learn.
That with open arms and imprinted hands,
He awaits our return, faithful he stands.

David S. Maughan © 3/2/2021

1 Nephi 8: 37, Alma 5:38-41