  Confusion swept me off my feet and dear Lord, I followed the best of what I knew. Emails, lunch, a spot of tv. Work, another stain from the swirling palette. Forgive me Lord. I am a child that can't grow on her own.
Who knows why the body matures? How a child suddenly speaks when the last you saw, a trembling bundle of flesh and undisturbed rest. Such mysteries confound me and silence indeed makes wise the foolish. I will return to You. Faith guides the hands when eyes corrupted with age fail to perceive. I will return to You. Grace cleaves the desires of the flesh and through its passage, your saints will travel to find You. I will return to You. Though my senses fail, still the Hope in my spirit man will never fail to find You. I know how to continue this journey in darkness. Let no other lights lead me astray. 
