Standing at a crossroads,
Unsure where to stand;
I am a stranger
In an unforgiving, barren land.
How do I move forward?
Which way do I go?
I want to take Your hand.
I really want to know.
I want to take a chance,
Yet my fear remains steadfast.
My feet are frozen here.
The grip just seems to last.
Release me from my bonds;
Unbind my fettered legs.
I stand before You pleading;
Your mercy do I beg.
Take me on a journey;
Lead me down a path.
Give me trust to take Your hand.
Give me freedom at last.
~ Carey Dieleman ~
April 2013
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