By Grace, Be Still

My heart is searching for its purpose

I try to force my eyes, but His will hides under the surface

O, spiritual ignorance! Where does intelligence dwell?

My mind hasn't the answer, yet it persists to tell

Is my discernment poor, or is my flesh to blame?

Does my patience want to wear thin, or is it just Satan's game?

He plagues my intuition so that I doubt and wonder

With daily dead ends, he drives my thinking to squander

After that, I tend to focus, on selfish blessings

With precious hours spent on foolish nothings

This fragile imagination, he toys with efficiently

Can sometimes be so shallow, that it's near transparency

Quiet noises and confusion so compel my eyes to roam

Though it is all a delusion, my thoughts mull over a future home

Neither productive nor practical, my standards set on high

Until reality strikes me down, then, sobriety is my cry

I seek clarity and connection, for I deeply desire maturity

But I drift right pass the signs in the sea of obscurity

O, Lord, my God! if You grant this in Your will

I beg that my spirit finds the course and stays still