I learned in church this
morning,
That we are constantly making decisions that will mold, shape,
and affect our lives.
I think of the decisions,
I must make soon.
“What to be when I grow up” and when to make a
move.
How to decide my course,
Where to go to School.
I have been so blessed with family and
friends,
My “safe place”,
Where “sameness” doesn’t
end.
So is it time to move on,
To stretch my wings and
soar?
God, please speak to me…Show me which
door.
I want to make decisions,
That line up with Your
will.
You planned my life from the
beginning,
You see beyond each hill.
I’m so different,
Maybe just plain odd.
I think You have great plans for
me,
That I have not been told.
Oh, I could come up with Good
Plans…
Like a boyfriend, a car, and college
money.
But You come up with Great
Plans…
For which I must wait
patiently.
God please guide me,
Because Your plans are better than
mine.
God please hold me,
Because your arms don’t change with
time.