I look in Him

I pause and search

He knows it all, I am but

A growing student at His feet

Not as sure

As I was years back

As an unmoving teenager

Something surely got broken off me

Not quite sure when

But I move with a limp

The only stability I know is Him

Him who first brought order to me at age 6

I have moments

I desire to stray

But I stall…I am sure

I would not last outside Him

Needy I am

Needy for His leading

Needy for His touch

I am a prisoner of my own choosing

Perpetually given to Him

I look in because I know He is there.

I lean fully on Him,

For therein I have the capacity to stand tall

© 19th June 2015.