By: Kayla Barton
Questioning what direction
In which to set my feet,
Too often I feel turned around
But here I remain in the same seat.
What to do left to gain solid ground,
What is causing this constant repeat?
Help me my Maker to create a new way,
Show me the cessation of my weary voyage
Settling into a new day.
Taking those deep breaths
Ready for the answer to prayer,
Fighting to feel hope again
Remembering You are right there.
No more questions left to ask
Abiding on the narrow path,
Soon I will be there at last.