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 with you.
One day tall will you stand,
As you witness to the work of His hand.
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