Some Direction Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

I've been thinking lately
Of the place I've given God in my life
I had thought he was the driver
Of the vehicle that I am
It just dawned on me,
He's not
Because I have given Him
The place of passenger
I tell Him my plans
Expect Him to be pleased with them
His voice is no longer the GPS
I don't go where He leads me

I'm jamming to "where you go I go"
By Kim Walker-Smith
Feeling every word drop on my soul
Deep down I know that's not the case
I've gotten so used to giving in to my flesh
When I got lost I turned to myself
When I found myself in the mire
I asked my hands to save me
Three years I wasn't able

I've been thinking lately about how
We're are radios with only two stations,
The carnal channel and the Spirit
You can't expect to hear from God
While trapped in your fleshly desires
You can't run after God while in the flesh
So mostly we hear from ourselves
How do you like your voice
How do you like where it has led you
How do you like your tribulations
Still think you can save yourself