by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: June 14, 2007

CROSSROADS

I love to speed, get it in gear,
So why are we still standing here?
My engine's roaring; hear it keen.
God, won't you send a light that's green?

I have great plans, Lord. Can't You see?
You want to come along with me?
Why must I rest and wait so long
To find Your will, when I'm headstrong?

Shall I signal to the right?
I'm holding on with all my might.
I'd love to stomp upon the gas;
My time is slipping though the glass.

All right, I'll stop and wait for You.
Despite my plans, I have no clue.
Here at the crossroads, in midstream,
Things aren't always what they seem.

You lead me in a slower pace,
By silent waters, secret space.
My motor roars and longs for more,
But greater things You have in store.

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