Sitting At My Computer
S truck up the task launcher and set up the word processor
I guess you’d say that’s my professor.
T hat’s the easy part when nothing makes sense in my head.
T he hardest part is being inspired.
I ’d swear my brain cells are dead .
N ever had a dry spell that lasted this long
G od, I must be doing something wrong.
A lot of issues have been at stake here,
T rying to shake my faith via fear.
M aybe it’s happening for a lesson.
Y es, that’s it I’m guessing.
C omfort zones act like they are your best friends,
O nly your good is not always their desired ends.
M any times the Lord has to shake you up and
P ossibly remove a comfort zone or two
U ntil one learns what he should really do.
T his I know Lord, is happening now,
E ver grateful, to Thee I humbly bow,
R everently I ask you Lord, to guide us through.
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