Whose Is The Future? ? Poem by Landrey

-take I-

how can I pursue you
when I am so unsure
of what my future holds
and hopefully ours
how could you love
such poor uncertainty
I blanch at decision
feign suave for tomorrow
I love you
that means your plans too
but the man leads
and it is he who feeds
you must hold on to me
as I hold on to my Anchor
but I sit stationary with the Anchor
and you are floating in the current
I reach out to you but it loosens my grip
on the One for whom you travel to tell of! !


-take II-

I’ve faced it. I’m not ready.
but if I don’t tell you
and if you don’t know
will you be ready for “get set and go”? ?
The future. And the money.
but when do the questions
and unanswered musings
get filled out by God - His plans and His choosings? ?
It’s slim. The likelihood.
but if it’s to be
and I don’t step to
I’ll hate myself for a lifetime or two.
My trust versus adulthood.
but are we ever mature
and do we ever know all
or just trust the One who can save those who Fall? ?
I take it. The trust step.
but what if it’s me
and less faith as ego? ?
believe and have tact - emotion’s the foe.


-take III-

would it help your self-esteem
if I said you are the queen
of all that is inside of me
and everything I’ll ever be

you might be busy
you might be swamped
(or like they say:
just overworked and underpaid)
but give me time
and you’ll see why
I write these words
to win your heart
expressing mine
it’s all about
what’s meant to be
and if that’s you
and you for me
why wait, why watch
let’s go, let’s see

but if I don’t know
I’ll never let go
can’t stand to lose you
we’re meant to be true

but what about trust? !
and what about faith! ?
don’t I believe He can do it
whatever the time? ?
He calculates not concerning human emotion
but according to faith.
Though I still say, “i must show how deep.
i must show Him how true! ! run my feelings
of love for her.” but really, He knows.
He knows and He knew, by logos
He CREATED YOU! !
I’m a product of, who I’m telling to
get my life straight. like I want it -
there’s no getting through.
Seems like soon His choices, narrowed by my pride,
will end in Him stripping me, of she from my side.
Then when she is gone, I can look and see Him.
And realize, He made me, why worship a whim? ?
Lord, please do correct me, when swallowed in sin
I figure, “I’ve got it! ! ” but this ice is so thin
take footing, take money, take health and take all
take house, and take her, take big and take small
what’s left You must water, what remains of me
the desires of heart, Lord, you know what they be.
they are earthly and futile, allot what is best
teach me to know You, and trust for the rest.