Why is it so hard for us to follow God’s plan for our lives? Why do we insist on straying from our ordained destiny in order to do what we feel is right for us at the time? I find myself, more times than I care to admit, coming back to ask for forgiveness.
Forgive me, Oh Lord; it’s me again
Forgive me, Oh Lord; it’s me again
I disobeyed Your word, I slipped out of Your will
Remorseful I stand….. Me again
Having done all I could
I still fall short
Why does it seem impossible
To do your will and not my own
I second guess everything you’ve told me
I should, rather, question my motives and resolve
Will I forever be trapped
In a prison of my own making
For my disobedience
Is ongoing and constant
Doing what I think is best
Hopeful of a better outcome
But you said to stand still
My feet keep moving
Off the path that You have laid out
I come to you once more
For forgiveness and more so
Restoration
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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