A new place to run to

A secret map to follow

Hidden treasures to find;

Along an exciting flowing stream

Large branches of trees hang low

Big rocks and things to climb.

Have to walk carefully

Cannot just run,

Something out there

Something hidden from me and you,

A new place to find

A special hole to dig

A special search to do.

So, we dig and chop and search, and dig some more

Deeper into the ground we go

More and more always to be found we know

And we dig and search and dig again.

Hands all dirty, maybe a scratch, a cut or two

Clothes the same,

But, that map with a plan,

Everything we read says so

We know it; yes, we know it

Our shovels will soon show it

Our minds will grow it

Our hands will soon hold it.

What our ears have heard

Our eyes will see.

Yes, our hands will hold it!

In the land of true living

In the land of real adventure.


About Gary Bertnick

I was a Minnesota teenager in the late 1960's. I was drafted into the military after an intense time at an engineering school. As a graduate chemical engineer and former athlete, I became a Marine Corps private. The Lord spoke to me through a friend while visiting Rapid City,S.D. My true discipleship began in Southern California and was boosted through association with Morris Cerullo Ministry and others. I fed upon the Scriptures and have learned to be led by the Holy Spirit. I know what the fear of the Lord is. What I write is done to honor the Lord and to touch the lives of those who know Him as well as those who should.
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  1. Thanks for sharing this. I enjoyed reading it. Wonderful poem!

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