“. . . and God said . . . “ Genesis
My compass spins – North, South, West, East, Back and forth, Forward and Back. I turn this way and that, Trying to find True North. Which way Lord? I step left – The road falls away. I step right – The wall is so high. Which way Lord, I’m so tired? My compass spins – The world spins around me. Echoes of light shoot past, Echoes of the past speed through my mind. Which way Lord? God, I’m so weary – I can’t hear Your voice. I’m bombarded with the noise of daily life. How do I know which voice is you? I’m spinning, I’m spinning. A gentle hand stops my feet, Sweet music fills my ears, The voice of God shouts forth, Through the words of the prophet. Be still, Be still, Be still. There is THE voice – Still and small, “Face your compass toward me,” it says. “Face your compass toward me.” “Tell my children I wait for them – To plant their feet, To plant My Word. Tell my Children.” True North!!
Written 2-8-2007
Linda J. Humes 