Faded Letters

I look through photographs and faded letters from you –
an empty shoebox on my bed –
lingering thoughts of what you said –
falling away from me –

they say that where I’ve been is not who I am –
and where I am does not define where I’m going –
someday I’ll find this place –

I’ve dreamed up things that I just can’t let go –
I’ve dreamed up things that I just can’t let go –
don’t let me be this way – no –
I don’t want things my way –
my delight is in you, my Holy Lord –
conform me to your will –

[dreamed up things I can’t let go.] –
[Conform in me your perfect will.] –

and sometimes I hide, but you always find me –
and sometimes I run, but you’re always beside me –
I feel you beside me, never behind me –
I feel you beside me today –

this is my prayer,
Lord that I’ll find your will my ife is in your hands draw your plans –
use my hands –
Lord, do with me what you will –

all these photographs and faded letters from you –
an empty shoebox on my bed
lingering thoughts of what you said –
show me a better me.