You'd think, by now, I might
These stumbling blocks were stepping stones
The Lord had placed upon my path
To make up for the faith I lacked,
To chose the right move I must make
For myself; and for my families' sake.
Indecision haunts me to this day
As stumbling blocks get in the way.
The first is 'burden', which I might be,
The next is 'dependence', from which I flee.
Or illness, depression, zest for living,
Can you see why I have such misgiving?
Or could I perhaps a 'blessing' be?
Could Jesus' Love 'shine' down through me?
Can I be 'humble', 'compassionate' and 'kind'?
Must I forever seem so blind?
That I can't see what is before my face.
The Lord will chose the time, the place,
All that HE really asks of me,
"Take up your cross, and follow me".
© February 28, 2009