Conversation

"What do You want?!" I defensively shout in the caverns of my mind.
"Your problems" You dryly reply
"Well I don't want them" I roll my eyes with spite.
"Take them" I mumble as I limply hold then out.
"With pleasure" You respond as you reach your hand out.
But then just as Your fingers start to touch, mine go ridged as I grasp on to that which I so desperately want to let go. Anger, Pain, My plans, My way. I know I don't really want it...and yet...
Your hand waits patiently for mine to give. I cannot look You in the eye and yet with a defiant anger I grasp on to that which is not mine. It was never mine to start with, I am Yours.
I see Your other hand start to move - I instinctively cringe, waiting for the blow.
But no instead it gently moves, and wraps me in its strength and warmth that seems to glow.
Patiently You hold me close and wait. You Listen to me cry and in time I slowly release my grip.
This journey is far from done, and this battle is just the tip.
But day by day I have this hope
You will never leave me and will always help me cope.

Psalm

And there spread the clippings of my life - all out on display

Choices and effects thereof- I hung my head in quiet dismay

I had put So much in but it wasn't enough

Driven so far, yet not much better- running out of luck
I don't know the way Father, I feel very alone.

My heart is broken and I can cry to thee alone.

Daunting fears and nagging doubts assail me

But yet You promised that You would never leave

So be here now I beg, as I look at what remains

Take the pieces of my heart and be the only One who Reigns

I will choose to follow You - where Er you may Go

Just please don't forget Your everlasting love and simply allow me to follow.