There Are Days

There are days when I can’t find my compass.

My bearings, I just can’t get straight;

I flounder around like in one of my dreams

Where I know I can fly, but I can’t.

On these days, my brain seems so muddled.

A sense of belonging’s not there.

I know I’m my Lord’s and He’s guiding my path

But I feel lost with no one to care.

I struggle to get my direction.

Wondering what will bring me back home.

Then I’ll hear his sweet voice or feel his soft touch

And I know I’m right where I belong.

I’m grateful these days don’t come often.

But grateful that sometimes they do.

Because they gently remind me

That for him, I’m his compass too.

My true love keeps my heart centered

While giving me wings to fly.

So I’ll follow my dreams and my leadings

Keeping his heart right next to mine.