The Tables I Set

For hours, I thought and set up traps

For the voice of the One who knows what I lack

With all the right thoughts, and right questions

I took all precautions against a closed mind

Yet with all I did for my good intentions

A voice other than my own seemed hard to find

For hours, I thought and set up sails

For the voice of the One who never fails

And as I listened with all my might

Loud and unclear my might became

Was a spot in my heart closed off to light?

Surely I should check what was to blame

For hours, I missed the constant voice

While I prepared myself for His method of choice

All along, I missed the simple mark

I’m meant to open my heart

Not sort it out in the dark

Why must I refuse to believe

Freedom has never once come from me?

Help me listen and not forget

You aren’t confined to the tables I set