My education is complete, filled up by this feeling I've found
Too puffed up by the knowledge of man to recognize manna on the ground
While we're wandering and wondering where God has gone
We rush in the direction that we chose
We're not following the pathway He's provided
Pursuing not the knowledge He bestows
We desire to live with barrenness and thorns-A mirage of well being that deceives
While we slowy succumb to the desert-Where nothing Holy grows and the Spirit grieves
Asking for a blessing from an idol we created in our image for our day
We're wise in the ways of the wilderness
And ignorant of God's Holy ways
There's a pillar of fire to follow by night
And a pillar of cloud there by day
If we look in our hearts where he dwells by His might
And look to the skies for His returning way
Claiming our Canaan as a place in our hearts
Knowing we're not alone though set apart
A time where God is our position and power
And manna, not mammon fulfills our desire!
5-25-89
Anthony Foster
Copyright 1989 Anthony Foster