Sometimes Life can bring you low
by choices that you’ve made
And sometimes late within the night,
the void leaves you afraid…
Maybe what’s been planted now
isn’t what you would have sown-
Now the seeds have scattered far
and how the wind has blown!
But even roots that trickle down
to bedrock in your soul,
Make their way to Higher Ground
where blooms of Life unfold.
They push their way through crevices,
past every binding clod-
And furrow through the miry clay
to reach the hand of God.
There is a place that grows within,
a garden that abounds-
Like a sprout, you must reach high—
To find that Higher Ground…
© 2006 Higher Ground