Behind My Wheel Is a Will To Drive On

Behind my wheel of life is a will to drive on but When my wheel is faulty and rusty When the spokes are reluctant to roll When my wheel loses its drive And the heat gets to the skin When the body begins to tear up And the underlays are revealed Then the will behind the wheel will be tested Then my will shall be tired, angered, haggard and knackered When the will to go on ceases When confusion and depression sets in When the wheel is in disarray, striving, steering and stirring to no avail When there is no movement and The wheel is at a standstill Then I realize that I have made the wheel mine and I have driven the wheel as mine and to a standstill When I lose the power to move on When I lose the drive to rule the world When my body begins to give way and The inner layers are exposed When it feels all hope is gone and I throw my hands up in defeat Then I realize the wheel is not mine but His He gave me the wheel for a reason in this season When I break down in tears and My tears turns to weep and My weep turns to sobs Uncontrollable sobs like I lost a loved one and My engine fumes and splutters in annoyance Then I know it’s time to consult the maker Then I know it’s time for His will to be done Not my Will but the Father’s Will Though I am behind my wheel I need to surrender the wheel to His Will For my wheel to move forward For my wheel to shine through I need to pray A PRAYER I need to commit to His will Then He stretches out His hands in love He cuddles and scoops me up in love He smiles at me and says “Child, despite all I still love you And you are coming out of the rut You are coming through Though weeping may endure for the night Your joy comes in the morning You are coming out You are coming through."