David Bowden's Jermiah

It is people such as him
Who make me notice that
My love, the passion for Him,
Is not that
What it should be.
My reverence to my Lord
My desire for my Savior
My Hunger for the One
Who spoke me to be,
Is not half
What it should be.
And so I pray,
And hope
That what I say,
Leads the way
Back
To the narrow alley:
Commanding my body,
Begging my soul,
As David did
When he bid

His soul:

Praise Ye 

The LORD. 

Praise the LORD, 

O my soul

While I live

I will

Praise the Lord.