The Train Tracks

I know the sensitivity of my soul, I stand back and watch, until the prompt unfolds, I used to jump ahead, where to as now I wait, Sometimes preparation is a means to escape, The clutches of a thought that randomly appears, Or feelings that are unsure, mostly caused by fear, Some say feelings are the worst indicators of truth, Yet in some circumstances they're our living proof, A hunch, a gut of a vision forseen, God can use anyone or anything, Our spirits are more sensitive than our eyes give credit, Many times it's not what you see, but where your spirit is headed, Your feelings are indicators of where your heart's at, Pay attention to your feelings, don't dismiss the trains track.