The grass is always greener.
It’s a matter of perspective.
The way the light hits her hills.
Always greener, richer, fuller.
And yet I am here. Hungry.
Dry, brown, dead blades
Crunch under my boots
My old, worn, hard boots
Yet, I walk on.
Could her life one day be mine?
If I persevere, smile, chin up
Convince myself and everyone else
This is a good path too
Could this path lead to that green
Will life spring forth here?
Jealousy comes down to perspective
Where has my vision been cast?
Where are my eyes set?
What do I see through my limited view?
Longing is a part of it.
What do I truly wish for?
What do I think is good?
Enough? Plenty?
Help us, Jesus! Help me!
Perspective.
I long for Your eyes.
Your heart.
Your perspective and persuasion
Your desires and delight
I cast my jealous heart upon You.
I do not heed her way when You Yourself are The Way.
I do not need, long for those hills,
When You’ve set my feet on these low lands.
Desire is good and right.
You set my desire on You, Lord
Not on her way, her success, her bounty
I cast my jealous soul upon You
Every desire, hope, longing, dream
In my casting, would You catch me?
Let me settle deeply and fully into Your embrace
Let me be fully here.
Present
Peaceful
Not longing for more or greener or greater
Just here.
In my place
On this path
In these old boots
With You.
