I’m at an impasse
My own yellow brick road
Which way do I go?
Are you there Lion? Tin man? Scarecrow?
Even abandoned by my beloved Toto
Isn’t that how life goes
Starting out with a crowd… ending alone
When the doors are quiet and the walls close in
When I can’t find my family for friends
What do I do then?
In the shadows I hear mother’s advice
To come out of the quicksand of my pitiful cries
And run to the rock that is higher than I
To look to the hills from whence cometh my help
To look to the Divine and no one else
For He says “come to me all who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest”
Who may ascend to the hill of the Lord and shall stand in His holy place?
Not I, I’m not worthy to show my face
My hands… my ways
I’m wretched and stained
But you extend your hand anyways
And summon, “Come my daughter
Suffer the little children to come unto me
Case all you cares for I careth for thee
And will keep you in perfect peace
Just keep your mind stayed on me.”
Divine Spirit, I don’t have it together
I’m scorned and weathered
Give me a minute, I’ll clean up and come back later
Perfection is not what I ask of you
I want your heart that is true
My love isn’t predicated on what you’ve been through
Don’t you understand I’m madly in love with you?
I spoke the universe into existence and handcrafted you
I know each hair on your head by number and name
Every follicle of your shell I put into place
Still you’re distracted by matters of the day
But I would never force my way
Just tell me what more I need to do to convince you to stay?”