Coming up short
Just missing every finish line
Traveling courses haphazardly
And I’m afraid of
Wrecking on a lone stretch of road during a blizzard
Cold gaining momentum
Every inch of thought frozen in my head
Cut off from everyone
A little short.
Efforts freezing in place
Prayers held during turmoil words kept in an incorrect peace
Pride or embarrassment but God wants these moments of weakness from me
I’m still thinking it’s my effort alone transporting me where I should be
Yet when he says stay still
Warmth overcomes all chill.
Still I’m afraid of coming up short
Almost home but I crash without any support
Wrong turn or over correct into a ditch no prayers left
Hazard lights on
Until my battery dies completely gone.
Just play the happy songs all the way home.