Last time you sat still
You gave them the keys to bend your will
And they took you on a jolly ride
Through jumps and a strenuous stride.
Your seat was hot and you felt the pangs
Of the mistakes the line you towed hangs.
The road was too rough for you to tread
So you looked on with dread
Too shaken to protest the driver’s speed.
Last time, you threw your hands in the air
Full of doubts and despair.
Last time you didn’t know where your life was headed.
If the ride was taking you to be crowned or beheaded
This time, the road is the same but you’re not afraid
To start again because He is your aide.
Trumpets and horns will bellow your mistakes and plight.
But you know He who is full of might.
Rocks and boulders will stifle your achievements and praise.
This time, the reins are in your hands
You will not stay put and heed their commands.
Let not fear inject itself into your blood stream.
Flow and join the rivers that do go unrestrained.
Repentance sits behind you.
Faith, hope and vision in front of you.
Determination, humility and love, your environment they fill.
Discipline and courage, your mind and heart instill.
These passengers, you must have as you plod
The road perils be-speckle.
This time you are brave because of He who is your rod.
Charge on traveler!
For your next stop, is success.