Fragments and phrases. Falling and flailing.
Who can determine? Wishing and washing.
What brings God most praises? Slipping and spacing.
Why can't a mind ever make up it's own?
The dream of a balance, one can never hone.
The further one treads down a path that they like,
the better and more acquainted they becomes with the sites.
The grandeur and splendor of honing a craft,
Fine tuning a passion like building a raft,
Is one to be admired. It shows you are true,
In committing to something and following through.
So verily, I question with illness of heart,
Is there such thing as balance? Must I play just one part?
Am I not good enough to live out this life
Exploring my interests, not settling in tight?
I am torn by my loves, so wide and so strong.
They pull me like waves, while I sputter along.
The older I get, the more is demanded.
I've been through so much, but more is commanded!
So where do I go? I don't want to decide!
But if I don't choose, I'll be tossed aside
For someone who'll dedicate their entire life.
To push through the monotony, the toils and strife
Of long-term commitment, at whatever cost.
My confidence draining... I've never felt so lost.
Yet my soul is at rest, in peace through the pain.
I will bury myself is Christ's righteousness.
There's nothing to support me, no nothing at all.
But God and his promise that echos and calls.
I am safe in His arms, forever I will be
In the power and majesty of good company.
So here is my prayer, no matter who taunts.
The Lord is my shepherd, beyond all my wants.
Amen.
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