Rooms always boxed in
Placed strategically in location
Reliably there always expected
Without question even I know
What I will do
Adventure used to creep in
My bones would resonate with adventure
My muscles mimic the waves
Of distant shores
I wanted to see
I did what was required
I met makers with honors
I married, had kids found treasure
But never moved till even today
All I tune with anticipation
I desire to delve into mystery
To approach danger and hug it
The wanderer is trapped
Even though the man is satisfied
What a sorry state I am mixed like this
There is a hidden king
He the precious guide, who
Fortifies men’s souls. I met him
Long ago. Young me, marked
By him. His call has ……………….
Now in this age of rage, I see it
How his hand has changed me
The human base tendencies rage
Rage against the dying of the light
My king has brought me to ruin
In the quite of rooms trapped
Wanderlust redirected
I wander in him, I explore the
In-material and I am ruined
A sweet madness takes me
Delight is on my lips, like the
Material rooms, my senses
They are undone, my delight is in
You oh sovereign of Kings
Jesus is your son, and he is my treasure
I am undone. Trapped, yes, in rooms
The Holy Spirit is a gardener
I am ruined, No! Poured, a spring
Life as water. The walls fall away
I fall away. I lay on this soft earth.
In the outside if of me grows
The deep wood. Adventure,
Mystery in every inch of air and
Wood. Above me the sky and its stars
They sing as I do of your glory
I am trapped yes, not by this room
I am captive to a king and he
In his love has cast me into himself
An inexhaustible space of mystery adventure
And treasure
