Settled At Last
Settled at last! My airy
dreams squeezed and pressed down,
like loam worked into clay.
My plans depressed
beneath the Cross—
His plan for my day to day.
Settled at last! Determined
to go on, and let the substance
of my life find shape in His hand.
And softened by tears,
and turned by the years,
Beauty's revealed in the very mundane.
Settled at last! My vision's
clear of haze and Jesus' open arms
invite my open pursuit!
And oh! how I want to be,
all that I can see—
"out of parched ground, a tender root."
Settled at last! My airy
dreams squeezed and pressed down,
like loam worked into clay.
My plans depressed
beneath the Cross—
His plan for my day to day.
Settled at last! Determined
to go on, and let the substance
of my life find shape in His hand.
And softened by tears,
and turned by the years,
Beauty's revealed in the very mundane.
Settled at last! My vision's
clear of haze and Jesus' open arms
invite my open pursuit!
And oh! how I want to be,
all that I can see—
"out of parched ground, a tender root."