I have this problem nagging me
I don’t know what it is
It keeps me up when I should be
Sleeping just like thizzz
I’m striving not to go to man
To to get the perfect fix
Many don’t know they are just a sham
Their focus to get rich
The problem is not with the man
But rather it’s with me
I lean to always say I can
So independently
But I’ve been learning painfully
I’ve got it upside down
I’m chowing down on that debris
Not seeing how I drown
The debris is the path I’m on
The waste I choose to eat
I hate this lot that I have drawn
Repeat repeat repeat
To break the cycle I’ve been called
By Heavens Almighty King
It seems that He’s become appalled
At Peter’s earthly thing
First He had me give-up myself
That’s my default posture
Then He put me up on the shelf
Now I’ve lost that anchor
I’m now adrift without a map
Lost, no, but all at sea
I think kidnap, or it’s a trap
So far from being free
But that’s His plan, His treasure trove
To get me to my knees
Breaking doing, for which I strove
And making me His squeeze
Now I can’t look to self nor man
No never not no more
Also I cannot coach or plan
The way I did before
Not asking God for anything
At least for ninety days
Ensures that I’m not being bossing
In arrogant displays
Coaching’s now on the other foot
The tables have been turned
Trust and faith are now at the root
Who’s Boss, is now confirmed
So I can’t set what should be done
The doing’s off my plate
My day is His and how it’s run
Being now my joyous fate
This poem stuff can be a shock
You cannot see what’s coming
What just was writ should make me balk
I warm up to His loving
I thought the poem was headed toward
God’s timing and His sequence
It’s clear my thoughts were badly blurred
And my spin just my nonsense
Yes letting go my tight control
I see is beneficial
My spirit’s good, but not my soul
Who thinks he is the angel
I’m seeing how God’s goodness flows
When I give up the reins
The sequence of His gifts He knows
Tho my focus’s still my pains
So that’s my problem with ice cream
When I have other needs
My mind is fixed upon my dream
While God plants other seeds
See, this is all about His ice cream
He’s wants me just to taste
Not tourniquet the bleeding stream
That’s pouring from my waist
Pause for routine sleep? really in a poem?
I was willing to stop asking
Thus giving up control
And so watch His goodness flowing
And trust Him in His role
I really had no way to see
How this would work out right
Writing poems seems to me
Not how to spend the night
So I got up just now in faith
And simply got re-started
Trustingly, and without wrath
More poem has unfolded
The great surprise I now can see
How doing gets the pink slip
This is His way I can get free
God’s miracle of flip
The verse below was the surprise
It took me unawares
As I look now it is the prize
How my God answers prayers
So I can’t set what should be done
Since doing’s off my plate
My day is His and how it’s run
His ‘being’ now my fate
