You show me the path

i like to look for shortcuts

no wonder i'm here

stuck in the underbrush

i am tough (not really) - the jaggers still hurt

i am stubborn (surely i am) - why else do i continue to bull my way through

ah, the time that i have wasted with my little shortcuts

thinking that i knew the way better than God

guess i'm not quite as smart as i thought

the genius was all in my head

so now - dirty, bleeding and bruised

i cry out for help

longing for You to untangle the mess of my own making

slowly - thorn by thorn - You set me free

my impatience wells up again

"c'mon God - fix it - see, i'm turning to You!"

"patience, my child," comes Your reply

God, the scars are deeper than the surface

my confidence is shot, my zeal almost nonexistent

like Moses, after forty years with sheep

i am afraid to speak

i need YOU... to show me the path