direction

we have fallen asleep

blanketed by our woes

adrift out in the greyed deep

off to where ever the current goes

addicted to direction

yet we so easily stray away

down a path of our defined ‘perfection’

ignoring guidance to simply ‘stay’

we’ve forgotten to be Your reflection

to plan to be You to each we see

so we must accept Your loving correction

to mold us back to who You intended us to be

with aching thirst for vision

we cry out with parched tongues

but still don’t seek You into our decision

so the fog continues to fill our lungs

our horizon remains hidden

we clutch our treasured plans to our chest

turn a deaf ear to where we are bidden

to where our time would be spent best

we envy of those with clarity,

(we confess before the Your thrown)

may we come to see the beauty in disparity

accept that not everything is to be now known

may we give our plans to You in offering

knowing You have better ones instore

come to see that uncertainty need not be suffering

but rather the only way to see the open door