Move?… in which way do I go?
I don’t even know how I got here.
It’s only by your leading that I came.
And even then you used love and fear.
How then do I know it’s as safe,
That your leading is just as clear?
You are the one who brought me,
Reluctantly, but obediently here.
As much as I want to move away
From things that scare me even here,
I know the worst thing I could do
Is run from someone I love so dear.
If it is your loving and generous heart
Leading me to move away from here,
I need your clear and obvious wisdom
And the provisions you share so dear.
Where are you waiting for me to come?
Where are you saying, “Come here.”?
Help me to see you and come…
Without any doubt, reservation, or fear.
5-24-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
This poem was written at a time that God was leading me to move me and my son. I didn’t know where to, but I knew where to leave. The fear of uncertainty and the desire to follow God wherever and whenever He leads inspired these words.