There’s something God wants me to learn
He’s placed it like a grey object at my feet
Silent, almost unnoticeable
What is it? It’s too hard to look
I want to chase after so many colorful ideas
Run around and stay busy
And there’s this object at my feet
Something that is not readily apparent
And I don’t want to invest my energy in it.
But all of the running around has made me feel like I’m just running around
Without really connecting with something meaningful
So I sit down and stare at this grey object
My thoughts swirl like blind flying insects
What does it mean?
I want to figure it out, but I have to resist, or I will not know
And I remember the importance of sitting at the feet of Jesus
What do you want me to learn, God?
And after a while I see compassion
I see the importance of genuinely caring for others
I see the connectedness of all events
I see that there is purpose in the small things
That I need to trust, and listen.
Is not something that can be achieved
It is a gift
And in quietness the grey object gives
A bit at a time