Did You know that I would choose a path filled with chaos and confusion?
Many dark days and nights filled with anxiety, fear and delusion.

A need for control, only my way,
not stopping long enough to know what You would say.

At a table, meant for two and You,
One seated, seeking and needing to pursue.

Clouds of selfish want, hung overhead,
as I opened the pages and listened in silence with shame-filled dread.

Stories of people who wondered about, doing things their own way,
blaming you, pointing a finger on a trial-filled day.

All alone, confused and lost
Anxious and fearful, no presence, their cost.

Unfaithful and distrust shown in so many ways
Looking back now, it was known in the words they prayed.

Grace given, and yet not seen
In fields of promises, ripened green.

Did You know they would chose a path filled with chaos and confusion
Dark days and nights filled with anxiety, fear and delusion.

All alone confused and lost
Anxious and fearful, no presence, my cost.

Unfaithful and distrust shown in so many ways,
Looking back now, it was shown in the words I prayed.

Grace given, and now I see
The fields of promises are meant for me.