Words fail me sometimes
In a desert, in a jungle
Searching for my place
That I know I am supposed to be
Like a blank paper before me
Your will beckons the spirit in me
To write, to create…
But what?
Decisions stand before me like
Buttons on the keys…
All jumbled, all independent
Yet destined to be used, to be connected
In the desert I ran
To a mirage of dead ends I ran
I, for my own end, I ran
Only to find You, and You only
Here in the jungle I stand
With life all around
Beautiful bountiful works displayed
But here I stand, overwhelmed by the fingerprint of You
In the end, it is You
The only constant, the only truth
But Your ways are not mine
And so I pause…
And take a deep breath
And wait for You
For words fail me sometimes
In a desert, in a jungle
Searching for my place
That I know I am supposed to be
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