... Poem by Gold Trybes

Wherever you want me to go, Lord
Lead me
For I am a willing tool in your hands
Whatever you want me to do
Tell me
For your servant is earnestly waiting
Whatever you want for my life
Earnestly, let it come to pass
For you are the potter and am the vase
I have tried with my own strength
Hid my eyes away from you
And turned a deaf ear
But what do I find?

Been in this spot for too long
Turning and turning within a circle
Fixated on the things of the world
That offers no reprieve whatsoever
Been down this road too many times
But still groping in my wilderness
Waiting on your saving strength
To buy me out of my misery
Pray lord, how long more?