I hear a rustling behind me.
I turn to see a tiny leave tumbling,
rolling in the breeze,
Are You in the breeze?
Are You in that little leaf…rushing to catch up?
Are You behind me?
As I go about the day in such a hurry,
not slowing long enough to know where You are leading,
am I moving too fast to see…
Are You following,
longing to stay with me?
I should slow…
I should slow and allow YOU to lead,
me to follow.
You should never be behind me.
May the only ones I find behind me
be the littles that I am nurturing.
I am raising them to find You
in their hearts…
in the breeze.
Once they do, I will step aside
and allow You to take lead of their hearts.
let me yield to Your will.