In Whom Do You Put Your Trust?

Within each man there is a place

shod feet shall ne'er have trod.

A hidden, hallowed, holy place

known but to him and GOD.

There, veiled from judging eyes of man

his very essence thrust.

He opens up his mind and heart,

In whom shall be his trust?

While tempestuous seas around him swirl,

the world tossed to and fro,

His soul retreats within its ark.

Therein his heart shall glow.

With faith the anchor of his thoughts,

he asks as all men must,

"Who am I? Why am I here?

In whom shall be my trust?"

Where shall he the anchor foot

of moral compasses set?

To circumscribe his every act?

His every thought to vet?

What truth shall light the path he treds?

Sudue his wanderlust?

Sublime and sweet, the answer's found

in whom he puts his trust.

With gauge and gavel his passions shaped.

Well polished and adorned his mind.

Upon firm foundation his faith is built,

his cornerstone aligned.

Upon the level must it be laid,

and with plumb and square adjust.

No spiritual temple shall he complete

without a well placed trust.

Into the dark night of the soul

travels each man alone.

And yet the Everlasting Arms

will guide him to the Throne.

With each step of his own free will

and of his own accord,

from shining path he shall not stray

if his trust is in the LORD.

When breaks the dawn of the Endless Day,

From labor takes his respite.

To the undiscovered land sojourns

in search of th' Eternal Light.

His trembling soul, now well prepared,

'tis virtuous, true, and just.

 He humbly offers it to GOD,

In whom he puts his trust.

David R. Ellis, PM