Jesse Rachelle Yoder | 27 November 2012

words aching for release

they keep me from scholarship

they must be free

for me to be as i seek

it's a whirlwind in this head of mine
many o' gray matter to decide where i stand

the things i do not grasp outweigh that which i do
even that which i consider known is subject to stray

if i know what i ought to do and yet do it not,
i am missing the archer's mark

to continue in a way as such, is to walk a lacking path
as there are paths abundant made out for me

ways are not external bliss,
no manner of trekking with winds harmonious

abundance is the internal state with which i travel
like an eye to the hurricane that surrounds me always



"God surpasses our dreams when we reach past our personal plans and agendas to grab the hand of Christ and walk the path He has chosen for us."

Don't trade your birthright for a bowl of stew.