Be with me
on this journey of 
uncertainty, weariness and tiredness
dear Lord.

In my often wretchedness
mine stomach growls
my thoughts howl,
I eat, yet still not full

with all wondering and wander
I hear the loud whisper within
'Yield Not to Your Own Understanding'

I continue straining
with vain ambition
and no results of gaining

again the loud whisper
'The Battle's Not Yours'

But this world
and your other creations
treat your child mean,
but still here
am I,
beleiving it's not just vain.

Sometimes I indulge
when I know I should spend more time
with You 
Sweet Jesus...

In tornadic unpredictableness
sheltered have I been
under you,
still marching, striving,
hoping to go thru this way unscathed,
and under Thine Blood
I wish to bathe.

Beyond the growl and howl
I understand GOD,
YOU'RE the only cure for such thirst and starvation.