James at Home

  I was alive at the beginning and free to serve The Lord said I was alive in the Lord’s words Yet I fell to comparison and greed Yet my heart grew dim I was aware of him With a shout I cried out “Free me from this prison of sin” So, he laid it all down before him He gave it a name and crushed it before it could speak So, I rested at the understanding my name means little And I carry with me a gift that I am free So, I wait and see you Lord are free too To place me at the midst of me So, while I am he who understands thy word I hunger for it like gold and silver Like pure gold is valuable and silver useful for many I value your word to carry me through the storm I value you as a child values honey As a kid loves sweets So, I value you to taste Father who alone cares for us As a child you carry me to you   Photo by   Michelle McCormick  on   Unsplash