After wandering aimlessly for so long, I sit, and I wait.
I long for God to comfort me, to hold me, to placate.
To forgive me of all my shortcomings, and hope he does not berate.
For I have fallen so far from grace, sometimes I am full of hate.
I am not so strong anymore; I am now so delicate.
I want to be full of endless joy, and not be so irate.
I want my life to be very simple; I do not want to complicate.
I want Him to take charge of my destiny; I do not want to leave things to fate.
I want to fulfill my potential soon; I do not want to be late.
I want to walk with him, hand-in-hand, through the open success gate.
©Ivie M. Eke 2017