What’s it about country living
that appeals to us so much;
is it the pace or the view,
perhaps the memories that draws each of us.
The perfect Christmas or perfect Easter,
reminders of the memories we crave,
but they really can’t be actualized
they’re longings man is powerless to recreate.
Subconsciously we sense we’re homeless
the “Gardens” where we’re meant to be,
even though we’re not walking with Jesus
out among the beautiful flowers, empowering trees.
We’re all homesick for the “Garden”
though the recollections are just a glimpse,
often projected onto our personal memories,
warm and cozy, full of bliss.
What was it like in the old days
when your small community was your world?
The world’s problems arriving n’the Sunday paper,
you’d read about ’em but hardly stirred.
Why are old memories so often pleasant,
fact or fiction, spiritually imbued,
memories unencumbered, bad times forgotten,
they become our memory banks magnetic north.
Fear not, the refrain often repeated
by Jesus, God’s only begotten Son,
was it because fear’s universal
and we deal with it as it comes.
The extent of darkness is determined
by the degree that light fails to persist;
and our drawing near to Jesus
the Son of Man just can’t resist.
Just as the whale changed Jonah’s scenery,
so love swallows up our fears
and God uses rustication
to help us see that peace is near.
For God so loved the world
that He sacrificed his only Son;
good news for all believers
knowing love has conquered, love has won.
Perhaps a better magnetic north to fall back on
is where we’ll reside when we leave this fallen world,
the place where Jesus is building each our mansions
and love will rule and reign forevermore.
That’s a truth that’s worth remembering,
a hope with legs, a certainty
and when your minds fixed on God’s glory
worldly cares just disappear.