New Purpose

I wandered, aimless, through the plain,

Listless and not caring.

Purpose in life had vanished fast,

And with him my joy he carried.

Life was a blur, the same routine,

A dull, monotonous plodding;

Some laughter here, and sunshine there,

Yet darkness my life was clouding.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?*

It is the King, the Spirit, the Son!

From the mountains They came to my valley below,

And from Them my fears did run.

I knelt before the matchless King;

On my head He laid His hand:

"This one is Mine, My love, My bride,

And Princess over My land."

*Apologies to Shakespeare. : )