Poem- 'Where I Am is Not Where I Planned to Be'
Where I Am is Not Where I Planned to Be Where I am is not where I planned to be, You O Lord are leading me to mysteries. Uncertainty resounding around me, I wish for clarity. I’m weak, I’m worn, and I’m broken; You make me sing Hallelujahs In the middle of the raging storm. As I say I’m tired of holding on, I see Your warm words wrap my cold heart. You are teaching me to wait on You, Stirring me to pursue You, You are making me a warrior I never thought I’d be. All I hear now is only a discordant clatter And the world screaming, “Give up, your faith doesn’t matter” But deep within I hear you whisper, “Dear child, I’m orchestrating a symphony, Won’t you just trust in Me?” Listen: Gold is sent through the furnace to be refined; You are travailing on this path to be defined. Everything around you might inflict a scar as you walk along it might seem bizarre; Worry not, the scars will finally heave into view The greatness of the One who’s