Who are you?
I used to know.
What makes you grow?
What makes you tick?
What is it that makes you you?
I knew you once, I could almost predict
the way you would smile, how you might respond
But it’s been so long, remind me
I feel so far, confined-me
Who are you now? How have you changed?
Where is it you spend all of your days?
If schedules were blank and pressures were off
tell me in truth, would I be near the top of your new list?
I wish I could hear it, or just understand
“I miss you” holds more than it used to
holding loosely is hard to adjust to
“not now” I’m reminded as you walk by
honestly, busy hurts more than before
but now I find myself holding a “preoccupied” sign
Busy labels me, and consumes me in one breath
If only it could change
Or maybe it’s not supposed to
You do all things for good reason
please, help me to get used to Your perfect plan
even when Your perfect seems to clash with mine
Surrendering was so much easier when it was surface level
I count all things as garbage compared to the surpassing value of knowing You, my Lord.
Please, remind me