Unsure of the path ahead,
Beginning to slowly let go, the beginning of surrender.
Feeling His gentleness, yet His maddening urgency driving me towards insanity,
“Want to get off” I plead yet travelled too far to get off now.

So far have come, that no matter how hard it tries, my mind doesn’t understand,
For where I am heading, what I am doing, no logical sense it makes.
Jump after jump, leap after leap, walking, gliding in the unknown.
I hold His hand, for alone I cannot walk through this terrain.

Have left the race, yet the knots of being left behind sometimes binding,
I watch them go, I walk another way.
What if I get lost? What if I get lost?
“It is only in getting lost that you can find yourself. Believe, Have faith, I am there.” He says.

So many times an etching sense of misery, of having messed up my life,
But the moments of beauty so pure, so immense, all confusion seems worth it.
So much more to learn, this is just the beginning I know,
Life – living it, exploring it, understanding it, I can give anything to really know it.