You are the power – I
am the plough
The fields of my mind
are ripe for you now
With your hand to guide
me - straight will be the row
Raise my thoughts to
yours with each seed that I sow
Lost in the darkness
when nothing seems right
The brightest of days –
filled with the blackness of night
Not nearly as certain –
I’m quivering with fright
Will you guide me –
upon my path - won’t you be my light?
Rough waters have
dashed me against the rock - overwhelm
I’m thoroughly
convinced I want you at the helm
I call out to the
heavens through a silent scream
To the Creator of all
before I run out of steam
I agreed to this
journey and then forgot the course
I’ve tried ever since
with my will to force
That my thoughts are
truth I must begin to divorce
Instead seek the
silence and the voice of my source
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