Here is a poem I wrote when I was 18 I wrote it well doing a little hitchhiking in New York. My search to know the truth was in full swing at this time the "hound of heaven" was closing in on me.

Alone I walk through the cold of night
Unknown destination, unknown I walk alone

Onlookers gaze, unattached to what they see
Still I walk on, as life further beckons me

I meet the world along the way
It's many disguises, melodies, and words to say

It's ill intend and best desires
It's original truth that makes us all liars

I wander on so long through these realms long gone
In the beauty realms of nature that give way to Babylon

I search for peace in these cities and valley's I scour
in our quest for perfection it is ourselves and our love we devour

Alone I walk, with God's good word
Alone I walk, never to be heard

When I wrote this I had come to grips that God was out there and thought that i understood Him. I knew he was the God of all creation, but did not yet accept His salvation. God was allowing me to see how wretched the world was, which got me asking some pertinent questions concerning what is true. He is light and truth and only with new eyes can we see his majesty. I am sure my search, and striving after righteousness even now resemble Billy Madison's construction paper and cotton ball snowman he presented to Miss Lippy. Thank God, I am not getting into heaven based off of my merits.