Lord You have
bound me in chains.
With Your knee
on my chest
You hold me down.
The plans I construct
by myself
You negate.
The race
You have for me
is not to run,
but to wait.
Helpless,
like a baby,
I lie.
I look at the patternless tapestry
of Your plan
for my life
from behind.
Yet, deep down I know
through the waiting
You are making me strong.
You are teaching me to
trust and hold on.
For in the blink of an eye
You will turn the tapestry around
and in front of my eyes
will unfold
the beauty and perfection
of what You have seen
and planned
for me
all along.
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