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We all live busy lives
Trying to maintain our jobs and houses
And stay connected to friends, family, and spouses
I peer into this night sky in this lit plaza
I can’t even see the stars with all this light pollution
Is progress really the solution?
It is a man-made idealism
But we hold it true as realism
I am riding a train going somewhere
Reading Scripture
It says, “Wait on the Lord”
I choose movement over patience
It’s like leaving my suitcase at home while on board
We’ve got a destination but no tools to help us
How do I rely on an invisible being of light?
How do I give my problems to one who has it all?
I know He understands but I am embarrassed each time I fall
How do I give my relationships to Him?
When God-fearing men bring light to a world turning dim
They’re a physical embodiment of the who created everything
But still, I can’t get on my knees or sing
Lord, take my mess
And help me feel blessed
Blessed beyond measure
In You, I want to surrender
I am riding that train again
But this time I don’t block out the Holy Spirit from within
I take Him into this broken planet
And say, “Lord, here’s my soul, “You can have it!”
Please check out my poetry Facebook page:
https://m.facebook.com/desiringcadence/?ref=bookmarks
Trying to maintain our jobs and houses
And stay connected to friends, family, and spouses
I peer into this night sky in this lit plaza
I can’t even see the stars with all this light pollution
Is progress really the solution?
It is a man-made idealism
But we hold it true as realism
I am riding a train going somewhere
Reading Scripture
It says, “Wait on the Lord”
I choose movement over patience
It’s like leaving my suitcase at home while on board
We’ve got a destination but no tools to help us
How do I rely on an invisible being of light?
How do I give my problems to one who has it all?
I know He understands but I am embarrassed each time I fall
How do I give my relationships to Him?
When God-fearing men bring light to a world turning dim
They’re a physical embodiment of the who created everything
But still, I can’t get on my knees or sing
Lord, take my mess
And help me feel blessed
Blessed beyond measure
In You, I want to surrender
I am riding that train again
But this time I don’t block out the Holy Spirit from within
I take Him into this broken planet
And say, “Lord, here’s my soul, “You can have it!”
Please check out my poetry Facebook page:
https://m.facebook.com/desiringcadence/?ref=bookmarks
