Pain in the past and can’t say it once more
Prayed and sought the key to the door
The same old story again retold
Over and over, this saga is old
Sending up psalms and laments that ring true
Pouring it out and down to the core for you
Open and communicating what’s planted in me
Praying that one day your eyes will see
Weary and loyal but I step back from you
Resigned to doing nothing is all that I can do
Although disappointed my heart still loves strong
Placing it all at the throne and then trotting along
I smile because I know exactly what to do
My faith will carry me and we both know it’s true
But wait. they ask are you going to be okay
Indeed I will, God leads the way
My needs he supplies because he loves me so
He’s the one that’ll never let go
Cradled in His care, I find rest so true
Only He can guide us into what He prepared for me and you
It’s up to us whether we walk away
Never forced, always a choice to stay
Only time will tell what we decided to do
Maybe it’ll be reflected in stepping in and saying I Love You
What a great poem! I love your line about placing it all at the throne, and trotting along. Not ahead of Him, not behind Him, but right in sync!
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Carefully placed and allow God to work is deep rest and the best plan for so much. Thanks for the lovely response.
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