Exhaustion

Exhausted, my heart caught in yank
Like a game of tug-a-war, it is torn in twain
Which path is right, which path is yours?
Forever I struggle to offer de jour

Issue after issue, concern after concern
Enamored, it finds a peculiar burn
Only filled by the One who desires my soul
It wanders to thoughts; oh, how they begin to roll

Are these of you? your plan? design?
Or are they my flesh and the serpent's malign?
Lord, guide me in your way, the one everlasting
And lay this weary heart beneath your glory to bask in

Turn around...

Lately, I've been allowed to think
Allowed to evaluate and review
Allowed to be myself; the one I was meant to be

I have thought about the past
I had forgotten my strength
My path was hazy and looked at with distaste
What could he possibly do
What a waste...
The thoughts of less faith

Turn around...
This love? This gift?
This is his; the way it will be used
Whether by art or science
It is my visions that bring fame
Not for the servant
But the professional