By Monica C. Voskamp

 

I’m sending up whispered lonely prayers

Wandering round in hasty twilight hours

Anxiety building as is the dark

I don’t even know which road I’m on

So God please quick,

Help me find my way back home.

 

I thought I had read my compass just right

But it seems the map got twisted on me.

Upside down, right side up, so confusing

I don’t know which way is north or south.

So God please lead,

Help me find my way back home.

 

I take a breathe and centre myself

Stop a moment and reread the map

Let the daunting of uncertainty fade

As I calm the road becomes more clear

Still God please stay

Help me find my way back home.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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