What is it Lord, that troubles me,
My heart, my mind, my soul?
My bones don’t ache, my head no pain,
I don’t begin to know!
Yet, there’s a restlessness within me,
Like the rustling of the wind,
I know not where I’m going,
Only the places I have been.
My feet are set toward something new,
Though I shrug at knowing why,
Content I am, the way I live,
Each day and night of my life.
Still, on the edge of asphalt,
With the field wide in view,
I trust that you will lead me,
To however I’ll be serving you.
It really doesn’t matter,
Because in my heart you’ll be,
Forever with your love and grace,
My Lord, eternally.
In plain sight 