my plans to take the way I knew was His, my hopes that He would be near.
I knew the path I took and well my prayers affirmed --
until I stopped, and sudden knew my ears were dull.
One seldom hears when speaking out and mind made up can scarce unmake.
Without listening.
My steps ended. I sat and heard:
"Stop. Let go. Be done with your own way.
Your doing is undoing all I meant to be and do
in my good way of twists and turns and time.
You run -- or walk -- ahead and pray. Good for you.
But have you listened?
"Listen now, heed my voice, and live again."
