(Psalm 23:2a, NIV)
(Psalm 46:10:1a. NIV)
So why are we still standing here?
My engine’s roaring; hear it keen.
God, won’t you send a light that’s green?
You want to come along with me?
Why must I rest and wait so long
To find Your will, when I’m headstrong?
I’m holding on with all my might.
I’d love to stomp upon the gas;
My time is slipping though the glass.
Despite my plans, I have no clue.
Here at the crossroads, in midstream,
Things aren’t always what they seem.
By silent waters, secret space.
My motor roars and longs for more,
But greater things You have in store.
(For a Simply Snickers prompt on “secret” and “silent,” a Monday Mural art prompt, this week’s Poetry Train, and a Read-Write-Poem prompt on “quotable quotes”)
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