By Mark Bishop
I think that I've driven me into a wall
Where once I knew best I know nothing at all
Where once I was proud, my own thoughts clear and loud
I now sit humbled with words only mumbled
speaking these jumbled fragments of me
Like a sailor who's lost his way at sea
with two compasses pointing quiet different directions
with his only companion the water's reflections
God, my soul thinks it knows how to be free
and longs to deny the rule of thee
but it cries out in vain for I'm starting to see
Your words are my good
Your grace is my should
And a life without you
is a life without me.
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