Simplicity of Straying

Many times it's easy to put thoughts in complete sentences, but other times, a lyrical format seems more fitting. The below is one of the latter. While simple in structure and word, the meaning goes more deeply to a soul... my soul. It's a place of struggle on a figurative see-saw: live a life of faith vs live a life of man. We cannot have both, but yet many of us fight to dabble in that which we do not relinquish hold. We know the graciousness of our Father and we sense His presence. We know the sacrificial and abundant love and we yearn to know Him more fully... BUT, humanity pulls on us as control, pride, greed, the unknown, or whatever the albatross may be keeps us glancing over our shoulders. This came from me catching myself in one of those backward glimpses, dancing around temptations to do things on my own and in my own way. It's not fancy, but rather it states the simplicity of how easily we are all subject to straying when we do not daily align ourselves with His good and perfect will...

What is it I see?

These thoughts flutter like wild.

Like the rapids in the mountains,

Or the fires on a countryside.

Is it beauty or chaos?

What frame of mind do I possess?

Thank the Lord for deliverance?

Or pray to get out of the mess?

Where do I stand?

Where do I run?

When the hope seems to call out,

Is it a shadow or the Sun?

How did I get here?

Confusion's thick as smog.

Where is clarity,

When I've known You so long?

Where do I stand, Lord?

Where do I run?

I thought I would skip this.

Here? Never, not me.

I worked to avoid it.

But it wasn't on my knees.

Martha, not Mary...

Describes me perfectly.

So tied up in details,

And I wonder why I can't see?

Where do I stand?

Where do I run?

When the hope seems to call out,

Is it a shadow or the Sun?

How did I get here?

Confusion's thick as smog.

Where is clarity,

When I've known You so long?

Where do I stand, Lord?

Where do I run?

Lost in the concrete,

I forgot what I do not see.

Pass on day by day.

Perfection is the key.

Words of a prophet,

Actions show fall of man.

To get back to You,

I must kneel, not stand.

Where do I stand, Lord?

Where do I run?

How can it be

I've lost sight of the Son?

Your Word makes a promise.

Help me believe.

Bring me back, Lord.
I'm here on my knees.

Here I am, Lord.

Take me back, I plea.

It's all for you, Lord.

For you, I stand.