This poem is my story. However, I was thinking about my beautiful sister at the time, so I dedicate it to her with all my heart!! Lovies my Meathead Jr.
By Betsy Whittaker
There is a matter that you should ponder
'Bout a great God and His plan
For you and me, and His will for our lives,
A constant among shifting sands.
He is our maker, the great Dreamweaver;
His thoughts and His plans are grand.
He asks us only, "Follow me wholly,
And peace you will find in the end."
But the world shouts loud, "Hey you don't need God!
You have a goal; go grab it!
Make your dreams happen no matter the cost.
Waiting for God? That's for misfits!"
Yes, I had my dream, my plans and my goals
So very long, long ago.
I was the center, the great dreamweaver,
There was nowhere I couldn't go.
I tried and I tried, and struggled and strained,
Working and weaving my life.
Yet every thread, every piece of my heart
Tangled amidst all my strife.
Finally at my wits end I gave up,
Made a mess of what had been.
"Here God, You take it. Undo what I've done.
Can't do anymore I give in."
Without condemnation, He gently took
The knotted and tangled strands.
Ripped it all open and showed me my pride,
Time wasted by my foolish hand.
"My child, view the tapestry I'm working on
Here in the depth of your heart.
Now that you're done, true dreams have begun
To mold and to make a new start."
"God, I'm so sorry, what more can I say,
But what a fool I can be.
Now I see clearly Your perfect plan
Which is much better for me."
So look, dear reader, look hard at my tale
How totally pride corrupts.
We may think it best to plan all our steps,
But true peace comes when we......