When You Try To Get Ahead of A Good Father
I rushed out ahead with a plan in my mind.
When all of the threads began to unwind.
I had run out without asking His will.
I ran out. My mind with my own ideas did fill.
Trust God. Not yourself.
Why didn’t you listen?
His Word and truth a wealth.
Your ears often did christen.
Yet you acted like God wasn’t in control.
Rushing like a china shop bull.
Yet still He gently pulls you back.
And puts your pride up on the rack.
I looked back behind me, and all I could see.
Rubble, wreckage, and not trusting Thee.
My heart now so heavy with conviction of sin.
I sighed because my own heart I’d broken.