WHICH WAY TO GO
I'm back again, Dear Lord
Still looking for the way to go.
I want to reach others with my writing,
But I feel some don't want to know.
The prayer I wrote a few days ago,
I felt you answered it on that same day.
I was grateful to visit with someone
Who "actually" listened to what I had to say.
I feel you speaking to me, in many ways,
Like in the songs I hear in the market;
But, my heart is so confused, lately,
I no longer know "where" to park it.
I know what I don't want,
Including one night stands.
I'm ready to leave my future,
In your dependable hands.
I pray you guide, not only me,
But others whom I care about.
I hope things become more clear
And our hearts aren't filled with doubt.
I want to express gratitude
To someone who's done a lot for me,
But I don't know where to earn money,
Just "where" that place might be.
I thank you for the friends I've found -
For those who've listened to me, today,
They helped my burdens seem less heavy
As I continued on my way.
Some tell me not to be afraid
To seek a better life than I am living; But
I don't want to be pressured to do what I can't,
I DO "want" to find a way to be more giving.
I realise I need to do things for myself
To continue to keep on growing,
I want to be with someone who won't stall me -
One who wants to be more knowing.
If I need to make some changes,
I hope they can happen without much pain -
I don't want to be a burden on others;
I wish, for all of us, to gain.
And about my special friend,
I know that I owe him much;
I'm not sure if we should part -
I would miss his tender touch.
Maybe it's too soon to decide,
Of that I am not sure,
I know I'm still full of flaws,
Please help me find a cure.
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