I don’t need
The Lord to scatter me
I do well enough of that
On my own
Running this way and that
Forgetting to first
Look to the source
I try in my own mind to find solution
Resolution, absolution
And when all that fails
The Spirit brings to mind
The reason for my hope
What God scatters
And allows to scatter
He can correct and collect
When I get lost in the middle land
In what we often think of as
Gray area, waiting time
Between holy times
The Spirit brings to mind again
It is all holy time
All things are sacred
Pray for Him
To open the gates
On your heart
To renew the oil
In your lamp
To strengthen your hands
As you gather up your
Scattered thoughts and ways
Like Ruth collecting grain
Unite what has fallen
For purpose
And be fed
Faithful Lines 