Not My Move

Not My Move



I truly do not know what to say or what to do
Who do I choose do I even choose?
No I do not, the choice was made long before me
Now what choice do I make?
What choice Have You made for me?
Is it her or her? Here or there?
Service or service? Church or State?
Now or when? To go or stay?
Yes or no? Why or why not?
All questions I can not answer
All answers You already know.
Still quiet. Come talk to me now,
On my mountain, I stand and call.
I have seen fire, I have felt wind,
Shaking beneath me, an earthquake I did know.
Listening intently a quiet breeze I do not hear.
What am I to do only time will tell
Your time and Will. Your clock I do bear.
Meant for such a purpose, I can not say.
But why did you choose me from yesterday?
All of my thoughts you know in my head,
All of the feelings in my heart are unhid
Yet You still chose me before Adams first bed
Short was the time I did not know true
A child was I when You brought me to You.
A chance did I have to live not in Your sight
But a second no more for you held me tight.
You your own witness brought me to light
For you wanted me tomorrow, for You will I fight.
Still, why you choose me
Tonight I don’t know
Neither for me to reap nor to sow
Yes these thing I do do
This purpose not new
For this is my mission but one of two
Afraid of my time
Your will is not mine
My destiny is in You
To run I’d be but a fool
I fear my path be lonely
Your will I cannot see
You reveal what I need
And not what I plea.
Lord, Give me comfort
Patience and peace
Let me not worry what tomorrow might bring
Instead let me see the gifts you give me
And not the fear of what they’ll not be
I live on, for today is the key
That will open tomorrow
A new day it will be
And some day tomorrow
The plan will I see
As easily as the branches on a small Oak tree
Then I will say
“My God had the day”
If you have then and you have tomorrow
Then why do I worry of things of today?
Lord, give me the courage to give up today
For to resist you only brings pain
To continue in stubbornness is truly insane
Help me give in to your best for me
For I will only miss it
On my own decree
Does this help me know what to do
I truly know not what to say, what to do
So I will stand still and wait for your move
Where you move me, a piece, one of your own
A bishop am I? I, a knight, maybe true.
Or is it possible, a rook,
I…will you move?
While playing against an opponent,
A piece…
On the team that will lose.