I Pitched My Tent

I pitched my tent toward heaven.
My eyes were on the cross.
My constant prayer was “Lord, refine
My heart from sinful dross.”
I stood against temptation
And sought my Savior’s face.
But something happened then
That has brought me to this place.

I pitched my tent toward “Sodom”
The world my eyes had sought.
I compromised, then tried to pray
Yet, repentance I had naught.
I yielded to temptation
And sought the things of sin.
But something happened then
And I cried to God again.

I pitch my tent toward heaven.
My eyes are on my God.
I’m standing on the mountain top
Instead of sinking sod.
I stand against temptation,
I seek my Lord again.
I will not look back, only flee,
And set my heart on Him.

Copyright Miriam Rainwater, January 21, 2007
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Here I Wait

Here I wait – beneath my Savior’s gaze.
He watches o’er me day and night.
He sheds upon my path His light
And leads me in His ways.

As I wait – I hear Him softly speak:
“Alone in My Sufficientness
And in My love and peace, Child, rest.
For I AM what you seek.”

While I wait – I muse on times now past.
My God was always there.
To Him I yielded every care.
Each burden on Him cast.

Still I wait – I know He is not late.
I lay down my desires, plans,
That I might be His loving hands;
Though working – here I wait.


Copyright Miriam Rainwater, January 15, 2007
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