Not His Own

He tries so hard to listen,
To the voice that calls and begs him to come,
The voice always there, always speaking,
Never being heard enough,
Never being answered with assurance,
Son, where are you?...
He’s uncertain, unconvinced,
And he’s trying to find his way around the world,
Through the winding roads broken and incomplete,
Deceiving, misleading,
This way, my child...
Against the stronghold of temptation and wickedness,
And his hands, they too are clothed,
In the vile soil which is of the world, of sin,
I’ll forgive you again...
And he runs to hide from his greatest fear,
Of never finding himself,
Of never seeing what’s there, waiting for him, expecting him,
And though he’s prayed, and begged his God for guidance,
Pleaded, broken, for the light to be shed on his path,
As he walks, and tries not to fall,
Son, let me hold you...
But darkness surrounds him like air, takes hold,
And doesn’t let go as he wanders farther to find the end,
He covers his face with his trembling hands,
Humbled, and falls to his knees,
Child, I’m listening...
When there is no other place to go, he returns here,
And breaks,
And wonders if God above can answer this time,
Show him where he’s going,
Guide him along the pathways he’s feared before,
And he tries to surrender,
Son, let me take this from you...
While his soul melts and breaks from its chains,
He lifts his burdens, but he’s scared to let go,
Scared that his control will be lost,
But it’s the only way to open his eyes again,
And the need for surrender overwhelms him,
As he sees the choice, and the weight he carries,
Heavy on his heart, his mind,
His life,
You are not your own...
Dying to let go,
And be brought from the darkness, into the light,
To be given answers, and hope, rest,
You never were...
And the peace he once knew so well,
Please, Jesus, show him Your way.